Quotes About Flapping

Counterfactuals highlight how radically open the possibilities once were and how easily our best-laid plans can be blown away by flapping butterfly wings. Immersion in what-if history can give us a visceral feeling for Taleb's vision of radical indeterminacy.

To make harmonics scream, I first dump my Floyd Rose real quick, hit a harmonic with my left hand while the string is still flapping, and then use the bar to pull it up to the pitch I wanna hit.

We're all turkeys! Some of us are running around with our heads cut off, some of us are flapping our wings that hard we're close to flying. But nothing is an eagle bar God.

That's why ears have cartilage, to keep them from flapping.

When Morton Silkline reached the hall, his customer was just flapping out a small window. Quite suddenly, Morton Silkline found the floor.

if she was going to go flapping her ears around the place, she may as well have some decent ears to flap.

lowered, rearing away from the suit. Georgia laughed. "It is haunted," she said. She held the suit in front of her and waved it back and forth, walking it through the air toward Angus, flapping it at him, a bullfighter with cape. She moaned as she closed in on him, the

I can see the darkness winding around me like silk ribbons, streaming and flapping in a wind that is not there.

and every lady's rose-leafy dress flapping soft and silky around her hips, and she looking like the most loveliest parasol.

Welcome, Myron Bolitar, to our humble offices." "Nice to be here," Myron said, "Fat Gandhi." This pleased him. "Ah yes, yes. You saw the leaderboard?" "I did." He spread his arms, his triceps flapping in the no-breeze. "Does the name not fit?" "Like a well-tailored sock," Myron said, even though he had no idea what that meant. Fat

Right here you made an angel of yourself, free-falling backwards into last night's snow, indenting a straight, neat, crucified shape, then flapping your arms, one stroke, a great bird, to leave the impression of wings. It worked.

That's why ears have cartilage, to keep them from flapping.

Exactly. That's why it's so rare." The parrot arrives, flapping up from far below, and sits on the cash register. Seeing the register reminds me that I can't pay, and I tell the bartender so. "Not a problem," the bartender says. "We'll bill your insurance.

Across the rectory's east lawn, through a blizzard of flying leaves, something long and thin was flapping in the wind. A ragged figure in a white nightgown hanging lifelessly from the trees.

He clears his throat. 'Do you want to go to a movie or something?' The wings stop flapping. 'I can't. I'm sort of under house arrest.' 'Till when?' 'Till pigs fly and hell freezes over.' 'Soon, then.' 'Any minute.

shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather

He was particularly good at apprehending movement, from the motions of a flapping wing to the emotions flickering across a face.

Looking round the room I found there were so many false eyelashes flapping at me that I was beginning to feel a draught.

The other was out on the road late at night waiting for her young man, when something came flapping and rolling along the road up to her feet. It had the likeness of a newspaper, and presently it flapped up into her face, and she knew by the size of it that it was the Irish Times. All of a sudden it changed into a young man, who asked her to go walking with him. She would

He waited a second, then made an abrupt flapping motion with his hands. Well? he demanded. I'm a vampire, you silly woman. Ask me in! We're wanted felons, you know!

So much affirmation ends up sounding like a murder of crows passing overhead and it is easy to be afraid of murder-by-crow-- though sometimes you have to start flapping your arms and follow them.

his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat

Mother, when was this coffee dripped? Ignatius demanded, flapping into the kitchen again. Just about a hour ago. Why? It certainly tastes brackish.

Right now, soles flapping, he was angling at high speed toward the short northwest edge of Red Square, which wasn't actually square at all, but really a long rectangle – typically Orwellian of the Soviets, declaring that 2+2=5. Anyway, he needed to get onto Tverskaya Street, that grand boulevard, fifteen lanes wide, formerly the route of all those phallic parades, and which met the square up at its top end.