Quotes About Atmosphere

I saw 'True Blood' once, and I like the jazzy feel of it and stuff.

I enjoy setting the scene and coming up with interesting frames. 'True Detective' was a very hands-on set.

I truly do feel like scent can change your mood and the feeling in a room.

I have a singer, she's called Lara Caprotti. And then I have Stefano Serafini playing trumpet. The trumpet sounds amazing live in a club.

Baltimore is one of the most beautiful towns, really. And trust me, I don't say that about every place. There is just something so quaint, old and beautiful about this place.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

I don't consider myself a skilled enough instrumentalist to be able to create the atmosphere that I want with just my guitar by myself.

If you're in a bar and a certain song comes on and the vibe is just different, it evokes the kinds of things that you want to feel, and if music can do that it's a very special thing.

Nobody wants to hear Metallica at lunchtime.

When you deejay a party, a good DJ's job is to take care of the crowd. If people want to hear Britney Spears, that's what you're supposed to do.

I start with the subject matter I want to write about. Then I make a musical base for that and create an atmosphere with the music. Once I've done that, the lyrics come last.

People aren't interested in blueprints; they want to sense the painter's involvement and pleasure in the subject. . . . Paint a sense of place.

I light candles because I want to have candles lit, not because I need to see!

"Good for him," Hale said. And then he stopped. There were four other people in the room, but Hale only looked at Kat, and something in his gaze burned her, froze her, made her want to run.

I've been thinking about where I want to take my live show. I want everything in it to be pink, gold, and black. I don't want people to feel any other colors, like brown or yellow.

Some people would rather change and some people don't. Some people don't want to be forced to stay in a certain atmosphere.

There's always a tone that you have to hit right in horror. With the blood, you want to make sure that it makes sense all along.

Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror – the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current

A chill crept over Duiker. Even wheeled hospitals carried with them that pervasive atmosphere of fear, the sounds of defiance and the silence of surrender. Mortality's many comforting layers had been stripped away, revealing wracked bones, a sudden comprehension of death that throbbed like an exposed nerve.

The three other rickety chairs had been pulled up around the lone table in the room's centre. Above the table hung an oil lantern, which shone down on Fiddler, Hedge and Mallet as they sat playing cards.

The tall, leaning buildings to either side shrouded the narrow passage in shadow.

He strode down the empty street, cleaving the low-lying mists that swirled like incandescent cloaks in the gaslight.

The tunnels shrieked with the wind, each one with its own febrile pitch, creating a fierce chorus.

There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.