I love Future. ‘Turn on the Lights’ is the best song ever. You can cry to it. You can relate to it.
I’m pretty skeptical about a lot of the toys on the market, especially for young kids. Most of them just add these new technologies just to make more flashing lights.
You get to bring your own sound system when you play an arena, all the lights and visual stuff, which I think is really cool. There’s something about those old arenas, where it feels larger than life.
Consumers don’t need to be forced to pay billions for so-called smart technology to know how to reduce their utility bills. We know to turn down the heat or air conditioning and shut off the lights.
No acting, no production, could take the place of that moment when you come out in the dark on to the stage and the drummer plays four beats on the hi-hat and then lights and music. It just takes your breath away. No words can do what music can.
I was told I’d never work again, but once you come out, it’s like someone turns on the lights, and your life will be different.
I am not a big horror freak. I’m a bit of a scaredy-cat in general. I can’t handle scary movies unless I am at home with the lights on and the doors locked or it is in the morning.
But you are alone. Yet I never tell what you are. And if your face lights up my world as no other can – well, this feeling too, when viewed as the mere psychologist has to view it, appears to be simply what all the other friends report about their friends.
Well, after the divorce, I went home and turned all the lights on!
Basically what I’m trying to tell you is that it’s almost impossible to drive a jet ski at night time unless you’re in a city with lights lit up so you can navigate. Besides being pitch black, that water turn black at night. Listen, I don’t recommend it.
In all honesty, at that time, I never saw myself as an author… I was just a Mom in a state of panic, trying to enter a short story contest to win the prize money in order to keep the lights on in my home.
Frank Capra, Hollywood’s Horatio Alger, lights with more cinematic know-how and zeal than any other director to convince movie audiences that American life is exactly like the ‘Saturday Evening Post’ covers of Norman Rockwell. ‘It’s A Wonderful Life,’ the latest example of Capracorn, shows his art at a hysterical pitch.
You can disguise any set with lights and shadows.
The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.
When someone speaks to an introvert, her brain responds with a high level of activity. It is as if several lights start flashing on a control panel.
We lost our jobs at ‘Heart and Lights’ at one-o’clock that day. At two-o’clock, I got the call from Telsey telling me I was cast in ‘Hamilton.’
The lights go down, you hear the applause and you’re up there, and then everything else is forgotten.
I played with a band in Austin when I was doing ‘Friday Night Lights.’ It was a blast.
I say what’s on my mind and have a good time. I try to give people a show. It’s all about giving people a good time once you get out under those lights.
Being around some of the bright lights of the technology world and having them expect great things helps you sit down and do it seriously.
I am a pop culture person. And car people have clearly contributed to pop culture, which is how I knew about purple French tail lights and 30-inch fins without exactly knowing what they were.
Nothing lights a fire under you like somebody saying, ‘You’re not going to be able to do it.’
The Smith Center is a theater where you want to keep the lights on. The acoustics are amazing, and this is a stage that was built for sound.
Well, I go to the theater today, and its curtain – there is no curtain in this play; the lights go down and go up – and we start. And I live this character for two hours. There are only two of us in the play. And It’s a complete experience.
I grew up in the suburbs, so I remember arriving at Waterloo and seeing Big Ben and the coloured lights on top of the Southbank Centre and thinking, ‘Wow!’
I needed more stuff that glowed so when the lights went out, you could actually see me the whole time. So I slowly built it from there. I wanted everything to glow. I want my hair to glow, I want my nails to glow, I want my eyes to glow, I want my lips to glow, you know?
Sometimes I wake up before dawn, and I love sitting up in the middle of the bed with all the lights off, pitch-black dark, and talking to the Father, with no interruptions and nothing that reminds me that there’s anything in life but me and Him.
I like playing. Guitar… on a loud rock stage… with colored lights. Everything sounds better with colored lights!
The fly that doesn’t want to be swatted is most secure when it lights on the fly-swatter.
I don’t want the big flashing lights and red carpet, like, ‘Here comes another Bon Iver album!’ I just want it to be my bedroom-y thing. But that’ll take a while to figure out.
It gets to the point where, by the time you’re underneath the arena lights and you’re staring at your opponent, that’s the best time. That’s the best feeling in the world, because all the other stuff goes away.
Mostly, I would like people to ask other writers about the craft of their writing so we could learn from one another. We ask movie directors why they chose to use certain lights and angles and speeds of film, but most of the time, we ignore the craft of a writer.
Ten flashing lights are a nuisance but 500 are fantastic.
That part, that internal dialogue that has a lot of ups and downs and darks and lights and stuff – that, I think, is where music comes from. I think the face that you put on when you’re talking to people and making small talk, I don’t think that’s where music comes from.
I turned the Gloucester Christmas lights on and our local Newent lights on, so everyone recognises me now. It is a completely different life for me.
I keep my skin clean and moisturised. While shooting, my skin has to put up with severe make up and lights for hours at a stretch. So I am obsessive about taking my make-up off as soon as I am done.
I’m a family man now. I don’t need no distractions; I don’t need no big cities, no big lights, at this point in my career.
As a young woman, I wanted nothing more than to see my name in lights.
After college, I was an intern at the New York Theater Workshop. In the mornings, I would build sets and hang lights, and in the afternoon, I would be the reader for auditions.
Ever since Mike Tyson was champ, twenty-something dudes have microwaved nachos, popped opened Natty Lights, watched sharks do unspeakable things on TV, and whispered a billion ‘Whoa, dudes.’
I grew up in a very ‘Friday Night Lights,’ sports-focused town. I did not play the sports. I was never bullied physically, but I was called names. I was also an overweight kid. I knew what it’s like to feel like the other, to feel written off for things that were not in my control – my appearance, my interests.
Anytime I float by a window, I can tell whether the outside is lit or if it’s dark outside. When we’re working it’s just day for us with the lights on inside.
I’m normally a player that plays well under the TV lights, the cameras and everything, I normally do produce quite well.
My experience is, I do a table reading, and it’s literally like it’s written in colossal neon lights what’s wrong with the screenplay.
The quality of festival Q&As is often a matter of chance. Sometimes the lights come up on movies I loved, and not a single meaningful question is asked. Sometimes it’s the opposite.
You have to have at least some kind of baseline coverage under the studio lights. It’s not like normal makeup; it’s like walking around with a wet coat of paint on your face.
When the days start to get shorter, I want to be in some nice brick building on the East Coast with the lights glowing in the windows. When the daylight starts changing, I want to be out West.
I had a chance to get used to the lights and the camera without all that pressure to… emote.
I’ve endured humiliating experiences trying to get a cab in the various cities I’ve visited and lived in. Available taxis – as indicated by their roof lights – locked their doors with embarrassingly loud clicks as I approached. Or they’ve just ignored my hail altogether.
I act because I have to, because I need to find out whether I can do it or not – that’s what drives me and excites me and lights me up.
I need to have something else going on. I’m able to write a lot if I have an episode of ‘Friday Night Lights’ going on my computer.
Every Diwali, the excitement sets in with all the decorations, lights and Puja. Even if busy schedule of shoots does not allow time to enjoy all the celebrations or perform rituals, I make sure to do whatever I can.
Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.
There were times I’d be nervous walking home from elementary school, thinking, ‘If that red tag from the power company saying our lights are turned off is on the door handle, I don’t know what I’ll do.’
Everyone is slowly catching on to this one – and I know everyone says this – but we need to make a little more effort with the environment. Everyone says they turn off their lights, but do they really?
