Words matter. These are the best Rattling Quotes from famous people such as Elif Batuman, Evelyn Glennie, Erika Christensen, Chuck Jones, Ian Rankin, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
When you walk around, you have all this stuff rattling around in your head, things that have happened to you, things you have read. Life is just life, and you get what you get out of it.
I walk into a kids’ store, and it’s amazing, the types of instruments – little squeaky things, rattling things, spinning tops.
At the premiere for ‘Leave It to Beaver,’ I was walking down the red carpet, and they were screaming my name, and I’m wondering, ‘What do I do?’ So I had to think, ‘OK, calm down, one person at a time.’ Everything is kind of rattling, but afterwards, my publicist said I did really good.
The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds – the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall.
People aren’t coming to me looking for political essays or polemic – they’re looking for a rattling good story.
Television cannot film corruption. Television cannot spend five days on a rattling railway train, talking endlessly. Television needs excitement, it needs an angle, it needs a ‘sound bite.
Down the mine I dreamed of cricket; I bowled imaginery balls in the dark; I sent the stumps spinning and heard them rattling in the tunnels. No mishap was going to stop me from bowling in the real game, especially this one.
Until we make campaigns affordable, then we’re going to have too many members of Congress out rattling the cup with special interest groups.
I’ve always had a lot of story ideas rattling around in my head, but ‘Nimona’ felt very tangible very early. I knew the ending. So I just started making more and more pages, and then I made it a webcomic, like, ‘OK, I’m really gonna do this.’
Standing at my door, I heard the discharge of a gun, and in four or five seconds of time, after the discharge, the small shot came rattling about me, one or two of which struck the house; which plainly demonstrates that the velocity of sound is greater than that of a cannon bullet.
My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
If I get a song – a good song – I just sing it the way I hear it in my head. If anybody else wanted to add whistles and bells and chains rattling, that’s fine. Just not too much. I actually just do things as straight ahead as possible.
Just because the Americans are so good at rattling out accessible and cheap junk food, nobody looks twice when it comes to their food. But there are golden nuggets everywhere.
Actually, I can write anywhere – airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.
It scares you: all the noise, the rattling, the shaking. But the look on everybody’s face when you’re finished and packing, it’s the best smile in the world; and there’s nobody hurt, and the well’s under control.
I write for what’s left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head.
When you have committed enough words to paper, you feel you have a spine stiff enough to stand up in the wind. But when you stop writing, you find that’s all you are – a spine, a row of rattling vertebrae, dried out like an old quill pen.
I was around nine when a babysitter snuck ‘Who’s Next’ onto the turntable. The parents were gone. The windows shook. The shelves were rattling. Rock & roll. That began an exploration into music that had soul, rebellion, aggression, affection.
Small debts are like small shot; they are rattling on every side, and can scarcely be escaped without a wound: great debts are like cannon; of loud noise, but little danger.
Buying a car used to be an experience so soul-scorching, so confidence-splattering, so existentially rattling that an entire car company was based on the promise that you wouldn’t have to come in contact with it.
Acting is probably what I’m best at, but there are certain stories kind of rattling around in my head that I like the idea of developing over time.
To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, ‘What’s it for?’