It’s been so amazing. I’ve always struggled with this barrier that I felt like I’d had up until blogging came along. Just one comment from somebody really sparks something in me. It doesn’t need to be this huge war between me and the listeners anymore. I really thrive on that.
I can’t comment on what every single presidential candidate is saying or doing.
Anyone who claims to be good at lying is obviously bad at lying. Thus – as a writer myself – I cannot comment on whether or not writers are exceptionally good liars, because whatever I said would actually mean its complete opposite.
Only remember west of the Mississippi it’s a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.
I don’t comment on the physics errors of ‘Star Wars,’ all right. I just – you let that one go.
Every comment, every tweet, every snap, every second of my life is viewed and it affects people. It does become daunting, and it can be hard to remain true to my message and to be real and authentic and to not be biased by whatever is thrown at me because of the success that I’ve had.
I can never really comment on rumours.
I have been told that… time doesn’t flow in a straight line in my films. It goes round in a circle. Sometimes people comment that the films remind them of Ozu. Maybe that’s right. But in Japan, nobody comments on how time passes in my films. So perhaps that is a different way of thinking.
Being on the main roster, there is a lot more talk. Sometimes I can’t even go on Twitter for days because I just feel it’s negative comment after negative comment.
Well, I don’t know if I can comment on Kant or Hegel because I’m no real philosopher in the sense of knowing what these people have said in any detail so let me not comment on that too much.
I’m a prolific tweeter. It allows me to respond to the news of the day or comment on something Jacob Rees-Mogg has said on behalf of my constituents.
At the United Nations, that’s the number one comment I get is they’re just so happy to see the United States lead again.
People comment on my pictures, ‘Stay healthy.’
A comment is no longer a comment. You have to be really careful about what you say and the questions you ask.
When talking about Venezuela, Jeremy Corbyn’s questionable track record, free markets and so on we assume that people know what we mean without any explanation or comment on how we could do it better. These assumptions switch people off and dilute the message. Ditch them, I say.
When I stopped racing, I kept being asked to comment on diversity in the sport but I really felt I had done my part.
Watching TV is companionable: you share an experience, you can comment on the action here and there for a bit of conversation… it’s a way of showing someone that you want his or her company and engaging in a low-key, pleasant, undemanding way.
I’m not a massive reader of online comments but I come across the odd comment where people still question if I’m English. I find that so silly.
A lot of the stories I got on A.I., I can’t say publicly. Overall, I just really appreciated how he went about going into games. He got a lot of flak for the ‘practice’ comment, but every game, he gave it his all.
I feel the worst when people comment on my family because my younger sister and mum aren’t part of the film industry.
Every voter has a right to criticise a government and comment on its functioning.
I think my comedy, the put-downs I do to hecklers, are the accumulated bitterness of years of people feeling that it’s perfectly acceptable to make a comment on your appearance when they don’t even know you.
I did the ‘Justice League’ thing the wrong way. I read too much on the Internet. You can’t do that. The Internet is the devil. Or the Internet is not the devil – the comment boards are the devil.
I was feeling really, really good about myself and then I was papped and this picture went online and I remember seeing a comment saying she needs to lose weight’ and I was like are you joking?’
Be current. Know and comment on current trends and news. Don’t be the last one entering a conversation.
The kids are old enough now – I just want to let them be kids. I don’t want to comment on them too much. They’re at an age where I just want to let them be kids.
People always used to ask me ‘What makes a celebrity?’ and I used to say: ‘Being asked to comment mostly on things you know nothing about.’
I don’t comment on everything; I don’t comment on things I don’t know enough about. I feel people should talk about something only if they feel strongly about them.
Every song in ‘Groundhog Day’ works to forward the story in a chronological, narrative sense, to illuminate the state of mind of the person singing it and comment on the world.
Reddit is a network where someone with a million karma points has an equal shot as someone with 10 karma points to hit the #1 post or comment.
Those old adages – you attract more with honey; do unto others – are true. You can get attention by being acerbic or mean or making a bizarre comment. But by being nice, being empathetic, building relationships and listening, people begin to recognize that you’re thoughtful and respectful of their position.
Of course there’s a technical element but nine times out of 10 when you’re having a bad day it will mainly be mental: the mistake you’ve made, the comment you’ve heard, the crowd’s reaction to a shot over the bar – fter that the fear’s coming in.
I can understand when people say that they’re not a big fan of my music. That’s an individual opinion, and I respect that. But you don’t have the right to comment on my choice of citizenship, my skin colour, or my religion. It’s not open to discussion.
I just don’t like to comment on my personal life.
People still recognize me all the time on the street. The first thing they say when they stop me is, ‘Where have you been?’ The second comment they make is always, ‘Oh, you’ve grown up.’
I’ve now got a 35,000-word document of quotes from people who hate me, a lot from the ‘Guardian’ comment threads. Mostly, I’ve managed to get myself into the mindset where the criticism is quite affirming.
Yes, ‘Black Girl/White Girl’ might be described as a ‘coming-of-age’ novel, at least for the survivor Genna. It is also intended as a comment on race relations in America more generally: we are ‘roommates’ with one another, but how well do we know one another?
Every morning, I take a deep breath and then go online to discover what new insult or smear has been thrown in my direction. Whether it’s tweets, blogposts or comment threads, the abuse is as relentless as it is vicious.
My last comment was, though, that Congress has cooked the books.
That’s what I love about those old movies – the music is like a constant companion. Even in scenes that aren’t particularly dramatic, like a woman checking her watch, you hear the music as a comment on that action.
I grew up in a Britain where ‘Paki-bashing’ was around in my late teens from the National Front. We also had ‘Pakis Go Home,’ and even ‘Jewel In The Crown’ attracted this sort of comment.
I’m not easily offended so whether it be a compliment or a derogatory comment, it really doesn’t bother me.
You can get a million comments about how beautiful you look and how awesome you are, but the one comment that says they hate you and you’re ugly is the one that sticks.
As a general rule, when you comment on a blog, make it knowledgeable or witty and, most of all, relevant to that post – then, simply sign it with your name and your book title. Resist the urge to brag or sell your book.
I intend not to do an item song ever. I find the term ‘item songs’ bizarre. I do not want to comment on its presence and its popularity, but I would rather avoid it.
What people like to comment on a lot is that I grew up in a religious family; my father is a pastor, and now I’m playing the devil. Thankfully, my family see the humorous side of the job.
The title song of David Bowie’s ‘Young Americans’ is one of his handful of classics, a bizarre mixture of social comment, run-on lyric style, English pop and American soul.
It’s not healthy to obsess over every data point, every review or reader comment. I think the first few times you see someone writing about you, you have this massive emotional response to it. But after a while, it all just fades into the background noise.
I would deactivate every single comment on any social media. You should be able to post what you want, say what you want, be what you want without anybody judging you.
The talk shows in the States want celebrities, not authors. In France, it is different; writers are called upon to comment on everything. They have a very public role there.
On ‘The Simpsons,’ I will say that we definitely like to comment on what’s going on in the world, and we try to be funny. If we can figure out a way of being funny about it, then we’ve gone part of the way of accomplishing our task.
To direct a genuinely animated film, you’re really having meetings and discussing what you want with animators who then go off and produce one shot at a time that you look at and comment on.
I’m not going to comment about potential jobs in the future because that’s a rabbit hole to go down and get caught up in, but all I’ll say is I’ll go where the good scripts are.
In an ideal world, judges are not supposed to read or be influenced by media reports. But it is difficult to ignore television news which does not distinguish between reportage and comment.
