My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.
Well, when I was a little girl we had 17 cats once. They all lived outside, and they kept having more kittens. My mom made us put little ribbons around each kitten’s neck, put them in a wagon, and go door-to-door around the neighborhood to try to give them away.
We got shorted when it comes to recognition for the ’80s war. Everybody talks about the ‘Monday Night Wars’ and the ‘Attitude Era,’ but it was neck and neck in the ’80s.
Coming out of Juilliard, I honestly was expecting and willing to be breaking my neck, hustling, and being unemployed for a decade, two decades. I was gritting my teeth, but I was so down to do that.
‘A Chorus Line’ never dies; it just keeps opening doors and giving back to me – but there was a time when I considered it an albatross around my neck.
For a two-hour movie on a 20-day shooting schedule, it’s O.K. to have an actor who’s a pain in the neck.
My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother’s necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.
I just tend to do things to myself that I don’t realize I’m doing. Sometimes I bite my lip so that it splits and hurts, and yet I can’t stop. And sometimes I’d play shows on the last run, I’d scratch my neck while I was singing, and I’d horrified to see these red streaks of blood after.
While other kids were out playing and doing healthy things, I read an ancient judo book with a neck hold that was fatal to so many people, they finally dropped it from judo.
When I was in art school, there was a stigma attached to coming from comfortable suburbia. If you were from Great Neck, Long Island, you couldn’t be a ‘real artist’, so I found crafty ways of implying that I was from New York.
I got hurt when I was 19. They thought I broke my neck. I couldn’t move my hands or feet, and I had a very bad experience.
There are machines that can get rid of your cellulite, so I want to do that. And my friend has just had a machine that has worked on her neck and tightened the elasticity of the skin. You just need a day off work afterwards, so I’m thinking, why not?
Murnau is neck to neck with Bergman as my favorite director. He’s responsible for some of the best images in cinema of all time, from ‘Nosferatu’ to ‘Faust’ to ‘Sunset.’
To all of a sudden go from feeling almost invincible to being temporarily paralyzed to then having rods and screws in my neck and not really being able to move around to seeing my body change, I definitely, definitely, definitely did not feel myself at all.
Every race is different. If you come down the home straight neck and neck, the crowd cheering for you can decide the race.
I’m not the flashy guy with the neck tattoos trash talking your head off.
Going from the top ‘heel’ in the industry, taking some time away to heal my neck and allow the people to miss me and understand what it was they had with me and just how special I am, allowed me to come back.
Head and neck injuries are what parents thinking about letting their children play tackle football should be thinking about, talking about, and demanding answers about, from any coach presenting himself as a worthy custodian for their child’s introduction to tackle football.
That’s about the 1,000th and tenth time (I’ve been asked about my neck). It’s OK. I’m been doing a little stuff. I got some stuff from UT, weights to build you back up.
I am a bull. I am Taurus. My will is awful. If I like something, there is nothing else. I was a pain in the neck. I still am a pain in the neck.
Every snapshot collector has obsessions. Some only collect photos of cars. Others like World War II, or babies, or old-timey girls in old-timey swimsuits. I happen to collect the weird stuff: photos that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up a little. The uncanny.
When I’m making the music, I feel like everything I throw out has to work. It counts. Because if you don’t have people turning they neck all the way around to see what it is, it ain’t stick on the wall.
I feel a buzzing at the base of my neck. It’s like I’m on eternal ‘vibrate’ in case of an emergency.
As a kid I played in tournaments and my team won trophies but in my professional career I’ve not won anything yet. I’m hungry to get a medal around my neck.
I have stuck my neck out to stand with a party whose ideologies are closest to mine.
When I was born, the umbilical cord came wrapped around my neck, so when I came out, I wasn’t breathing.
My mother, at sixty, is one of those classic beauties: all neck and cheekbones, sharp lines that hide her wrinkles from a distance. She still gets whistles from construction workers from three stories up.
I’m not Charlie Chaplin and will never, ever claim to be. But when I become the ‘Tramp,’ I can feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
I try to put myself in the position of the fan and the fan in my position. So to be somebody in the stands and be just like everyone else as opposed to having a press pass around my neck is pretty fun.
I think by and large, humans prefer to think of themselves as minds from the neck up. We don’t really like to think of ourselves as another animal, another digesting, excreting, mating, snoring, sleeping kind of sack of guts. I don’t think we like that. I think we’d rather not be reminded of it.
Rock and Roll: Music for the neck downwards.
If you look through the history of wearables, I was named the father of wearable computing, or the world’s first cyborg. But the definition of wearable computing can be kind of fuzzy itself. Thousands of years ago, in China, people would wear an abacus around their neck – that, in one sense, was a wearable computer.
I’ve got a 20 inch neck, a narrow waist and big bulging thighs so stuff off the rack doesn’t fit. It’s a nightmare to shop for shirts and trousers that are going to fit, because they’ll be tight in one place and all baggy everywhere else.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder how I do these things. I can embarrass myself so badly that I literally get a hot prickle down the back of my neck.
I broke my neck.
I put a bullet into the back of the crocodile’s neck just behind the head, thus killing it. If a crocodile is hit in any other part of its anatomy it disappears into the water and is irrecoverable.
The golf swing is a violent swing. You twist, and your spine is under continual stress when you’re making a golf swing. Your neck, your spine, your hands, your knees, everything.
The ones I pity are the ones who never stick out their neck for something they believe, never know the taste of moral struggle, and never have the thrill of victory.
People can see a picture of my body from the neck down and know who it is because of my beauty marks or whatever you call them, moles. I’ve always had them, and I’ve always loved them. Obviously you have to be careful with that; I get them checked regularly and make sure that they’re healthy.
Lots of times, people go to the mountains and feel like it’s not cool to wear a beanie and goggles and neck gaiter. But you’re so much more comfortable, and you’re getting the protection you need.
I hate being mean. I watch those roasts on Comedy Central and they make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I’m Brian a lot more than I’m Paul Walker, which is awesome. When I hear, ‘Hey Paul Walker!’ my hair stands up on the back of my neck. It’s uncomfortable. But when I hear, ‘It’s Brian!’ it’s cool. I like Brian.
I’m sure a psychologist would see something highly significant in how absent-minded I am. I mean I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck by muscles, ligaments and my esophagus.
I have always stuck my neck out on policy issues.
Black, poor, without a father most of my life, one of 10 children – it was actually pretty amazing I had made it to the age of 29 without a noose around my neck.
The world is all the richer for having a devil in it, so long as we keep our foot upon his neck.
I feel that my ideas of beauty have been given very strong backing by Botticelli and a few others: Slender hands, long neck, long limbs – look at Nefertiti. She was very teensy-weensy with a long neck and wide-spaced eyes.
I don’t have tremendous physical vitality since I had a neck operation, and I’m more aware than I used to be of the tedium of acting.
I’m a giraffe. I even walk like a giraffe with a long neck and legs. It’s a pretty dumb animal, mind you.
I will tell you that when I was heavy, people would say to me – and it was such a backhanded compliment – they would say, ‘You’ve got such a beautiful face,’ in the way of, like, ‘Oh, isn’t it a shame that from the neck down you’re questionable.’
I spent all of my teenage years shoving sugar down my neck. And it didn’t catch up with me until I was about 21 and my skin started getting really bad and my metabolism slowed down.
For keeping hair long and healthy, I like to use silk pillowcases; they conduct less heat and keep your ends less frayed. Also, I sleep with my hair in a very loose top bun to keep my ends away from my body heat. This also keeps your hair from getting tangled at the nape of your neck.
