I’m not like other writers. I’m not hung up on using my own songs. In fact, my sister Bunny always tells me I sing other people’s songs better than my own. She says I loosen up and give the songs a different feel.
The hardcore fans have hung with us because they go, ‘Hey, they don’t disappoint.’ And we stick to that style.
I was very protective of my father and I didn’t like these people who hung around outside all day. They creeped me out.
I’ve hung out with Jay-Z a couple of times, and he was awesome.
The first one I did was an action film with Sammo Hung and George Lam, but I had the usual female role for that time: you know, damsel in distress, rescued by the hero.
I hung out with Merle Haggard on his bus, which sort of freaks me out. It was him and his wife. We played with Merle in Oklahoma City. I’m from Arizona, and we talked about Arizona, and he remembered playing for two dollars a day down there at a bar.
When I was little, I got to pick my hair ribbon from my mother’s collection that hung over her dressing-table mirror. I have an entire room of ribbons in my New York apartment.
When I was around eleven or twelve, my board got hung up on the top of a bowl, and I got a concussion, and I knocked my teeth out. That was the first time that I got seriously injured, and I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and my parents briefly doubted.
The magnificent cosmos is a palace that has the sun and the moon as its lamps and the stars as its candles; time is like a rope or ribbon hung within it, on to which the Glorious Creator each year threads a new world.
I’ve been delivering these little homilies since 1980 – that’s 37 years – and altogether, NPR statisticians tell me, my bloviation total is 1,656 commentaries – and I trust you’ve hung onto every word.
I drove to Nashville a few times, met with some people and hung out, went to the Opry, and that kind of stuff. I made the decision – you’ve got to be present to win, so I packed it up and moved out here, and it’s been great. It’s been the best decision I ever made.
We hung out on the streets, played stickball, and did all of the things that other kids did.
The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn’t write you, but I found you.
I grew up under the spell of London. Illustrator Kerry Lee’s evocative 1950 wall map of the city hung above our breakfast table at home in Canada. Over my corn flakes, I traced the capital’s high roads and medieval alleys.
My homies that are around me never give me that ‘star pass.’ I’ve hung out with some stars who are playing basketball and everyone let’s them score all the baskets. Shooting pool, they let them make all the shots. My homies don’t let me get away with that.
It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.
We went to a very small high school. It was, like, in a wooded house; it was a weird school. I hung out with a lot of guys in high school, and I did theater with a few of my close girlfriends.
I was a snot-nosed teenage skater at one point, who listened to only punk records and hung around people that had that idea of what is okay to do and what isn’t okay to do.
I was a normal guy with a job at Costco, thinking about going back to school. I played sports; I hung out with my friends. I wanted to make something of myself, but I didn’t know what.
My writing is really intuitive. As a kid, I went to school in New Jersey and hung out in New York, so the way kids used to talk got into our earlier songs.
My first publication was a haiku in a children’s magazine when I was 9 years old. I received one dollar for it! I gave the check to my dad for Christmas, and he framed it and hung it over his desk.
You know how to tell if the teacher is hung over? Movie Day.
I’ve always had lots of friends and my house was the house they all hung out at.
In my Philly neighborhood, black and white kids hung together without even thinking about it. The spirit of Martin Luther King was alive and well.
When I hung up my toe shoes, I didn’t look back. In all my years, I have never looked back.
I hung onto Hollywood by the skin of my teeth, and at first I fought over every piece of bread. Later, I got very small parts.
We all learn from each other, and I never really hung out with guys in that way, so I missed out.
Something I miss terribly from the ’60s – the most important phrase in the English language was, ‘I got hung up.’ Somebody says they got hung up, it’s unassailable, you know? You don’t go near that. Whoa! I know what that can be like.
I’m the kind of person whose clothes are all hung up and color-coordinated, to the point where my whites don’t touch my creams.
America is immature as a nation, and part of the reason why ‘Hung’ is a hit show is because it deals with that immature side of the male brain where we are kind of comparing ourselves to the rest of the world.
I was a public affairs officer. I worked with the media, but I didn’t just stay at my desk. I assisted in military duties, travelled around Anbar province, hung out with a wide variety of Marines.
It was a dark period of my life when William Hung was the most famous Asian man.
It’s so much fun to dream in your driveway. I had an old wooden backboard in my driveway. That’s where my friends and I hung out.
God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ‘I love you.’
All my friends were cheerleaders, and I was the girl who hung out at home. I just worked on my music all the time.
There’s no shortage of opinions about our agency, just like every other agency up here – and just like the Congress. I’d encourage our folks not to get too hung up on what I consider to be the noise on TV and in social media.
Bob Smith from Brooklyn is a guy who sometimes gets hung with problems and fears. Wolfman Jack is a happy-go-lucky guy who knows how to party. The challenge of my life has been letting more and more of Bob Smith go, becoming the Wolfman on an almost full-time basis, while still taking care of business.
I never wanted to be one of those guys who hung on too long.
From the moment we met on ‘The Jump’ we were best friends. We really enjoyed each other’s company and we hung out a lot so I knew that, if nothing else, I had made a friend for life in Spencer.
Alan’s publishing company was in the Brill Building, and of course, the Brill Building was where all the songwriters hung out because that’s where all the publishers were.
I’ve known a lot of people who were punkers who went on to get academic degrees. Very few of them, however, continued their active role in the punk community. Most of them hung up their leather jacket when they did so.
My friend Danny Clinch, who’s a photographer, gave me a big, signed, numbered print of a photo he took of Eddie Vedder in Seattle. It’s hung in my writing room where I have posters of writers that inspire me. They’re all pointing at me. Tom Waits is like, ‘Don’t sell out!’
I have encountered riotous mobs and have been hung in effigy, but my motto is: Men’s rights are nothing more. Women’s rights are nothing less.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
I was not the kid that hung out at the arcade.
Growing up, I was the only Indian kid around for miles, so I ached to belong. I had a neighborhood pack of nine guys and two girls, and we hung out all the time. We played football, baseball, and broom-hockey on the iced-up lake.
When I first met Jeff Bezos back in the late 90s, the only automated thing in his office was a rotating fan, gently blowing across a pair of identical blue shirts he’d hung on a water pipe behind his desk.
I made sure no butt cheek hung out. You know, the original Daisy, Catherine Bach’s shorts were shorter than mine.
We’ve all seen that every challenge we’ve gone through, we’ve learned something from. It’s not getting hung up on the challenges but figuring out how to get ahead.
For me, prog rock has always been essentially British. It combines all our great and eccentric genius. We are not hung up on categories, rules and classification. We love people who break the mould, challenge us and make us think differently.
I didn’t go to high school, but when I did go to school, I was actually in the group made up of cheerleaders; I just wasn’t one of them. But I hung out with a bunch of different kids.
I’m at a point where I’m going where the journey leads me. I’ve set goals but I don’t get really hung up if I don’t achieve those goals right away or in my time, you know what I mean?
I probably shouldn’t say this about all animals, but at least the farm animals that I’ve hung out with, and even when I go to the zoo usually, they’re like a blank slate. I guess that’s why I like them. They’re puppets, and you can imagine them being anything you want.
We had been reading about these beatniks who hung out or lived in Greenwich Village, and we wanted to find out what a ‘beatnik’ was, and so a friend and I went right to the source. What we learned, of course, was that beatniks were mostly artists.
I hung around with Jason Robards, Richard Harris, Robert Shaw, Richard Burton. I knew not to match them for drinks.
