It's somewhat of a contradiction,.. I guess the quieter the voice, the more necessary it is to push it. It's not going to leap out at you and scream. I also can't control how a book is marketed. To say the book marketing is aggressive, fine, I'm happy with that. Push the book. That doesn't mean that my personality or writing style changes.
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She already is a good coach. She stays calm and seems to be in control of her girls at all times. You get a lot of young coaches that want to (yell and scream). And you can't do that today.
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You have to scream really loud and really compel the audience to choose your show over the array of other shows being presented to them at the same time,.. You have to find nontraditional ways to reach the audience.
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They were not so fast to scream at refs of the field because they knew if a play was called wrong, it would get corrected upstairs.
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A lot of guys like to yell, scream and shout. I'm not that type of person.
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We don't just teach you the techniques, the punches, the self-defense, we also put them under stress so you're also training when it happens on street. You have that stress response. A lot of times, people will freeze. We try to train them through that. Anything that you can do to stay safe and get away, no matter what it is, hit them, scratch, bite yell, scream, just even one thing may save your life.
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I heard my grandson scream, it woke me up and I rolled over. When I rolled over she handed me a knife.
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If you've never been to one of my concerts,.. I want you to know that it is OK to scream and yell.
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Please don't insult your audience, but make sure you make the experience pleasurable and interesting for them to hear or see your ideas. The screamer is always going to be there, because it's always going to work for someone, somewhere. You scream something long enough, some people will eventually listen, but it's not my choice at all. I hate screamer ads.
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I'm not a screamer or yeller. If I would try to scream and yell at people, it's not what I'd naturally do. So if I tried to do that, it would be awkward, I think.
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[He] is salt rubbed in the wounds of the nation's conscience. He is a scream of pain. He is an accusing finger thrust in the face of white America. He is a fierce, brilliant light illuminating the unspeakable and the shameful.
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Religion has convinced people that there's an invisible man.. Living in the sky. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn't want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer, and suffer, and burn, and scream, until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you. He loves you and he needs money.
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I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.
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Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.
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When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.
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My relief dissipates as James Blunt's yowling voice is overwhelmed by the scream of locking brakes: eieeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.. My head lurches into darkness.
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With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! That was long ago. How far, since then, the ocean streamsHave swept us from that land of dreams, That land of fiction and of truth, The lost Atlantis of our youth!Whither, ah, whither? Are not theseThe tempest-haunted Orcades, Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar, And wreck and sea-weed line the shore?Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle!Here in thy harbors for a whileWe lower our sails; a while we restFrom the unending, endless quest.
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Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
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That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?
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In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.
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It's really going to happen. I really won't ever go back to school. Not ever. I'll never be famous or leave anything worthwhile behind. I'll never go to college or have a job. I won't see my brother grow up. I won't travel, never earn money, never drive, never fall in love or leave home or get my own house. It's really, really true.A thought stabs up, growing from my toes and ripping through me, until it stifles everything else and becomes the only thing I'm thinking. It fills me up like a silent scream.
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Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of deathand the stroke that hits the vein, the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief, the curse no man can bear. But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods beneath the earth. Now hear, you blissful powers underground --answer the call, send help. Bless the children, give them triumph now.
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There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.
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Look at us. We build giant highways and murderously fast cars for killing each other and committing suicide. Instead of bomb shelters we construct gigantic frail glass buildings all over Manhattan at Ground Zero, a thousand feet high, open to the sky, life a woman undressing before an intruder and provoking him to rape her. We ring Russia's borders with missile-launching pads, and then scream that she's threatening us. In all history there's never been a more lurid mass example of the sadist-masochist expression of the thanatos instinct than the present conduct of the United States. The Nazis by comparison were Eagle Scouts.
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If you heard your lover scream in the next roomand you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood. You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say, 'Darling, are you OK? 'No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and worry about the pinkie later. The same holds true if you heard the scream, ran in and saw his hand or -god forbid- his whole arm. But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room, and you run in and his head is on the floor next to his body. Which do you rush to and comfort first?
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