Quotes About Monologue

The man too lucid to worship will also be too lucid to wreck, or will wreck only his … rebellions; for what is the use of rebelling only to discover, afterwards, a universe intact? A paltry monologue.

For anyone who can only handle about 12-minutes-per-day of anything news related before needing to retreat into isolation, allow me to recommend spending those 12 minutes listening to the opening monologue of 'The Rush Limbaugh Show.'

I can be on the Tonight Show, but not with Johnny [Carson]. He uses my name in his monologue all the time.

The first time I watched [Keith] Olbermann, his opening monologue, I completely changed the way I approached my radio show.

Plot exposition that can be gently wound out by the authorial voice and internal monologue of a character in the length of a page has to be delivered in a matter of seconds on the stage.

My favourite moment from the Oscars was when Brando didn't attend and sent a Native American woman to talk about Wounded Knee. She delivered a very unpopular and lengthy monologue about the injustice for indigenous people in North America. It was one of the greatest moments in American television.

The spectacle is the ruling order's nonstop discourse about itself, its never-ending monologue of self-praise, its self-portrait at the stage of totalitarian domination of all aspects of life.

But it's pretty clear to me by now that Sarah just likes to talk to hear the sound of her own voice, so I let her go on, since she has no one else to talk to

The monologue of an isolated person who allows the threads of private thoughts to surface in letters and conversations, even in conversations with strangers.

esse não era só um monólogo, só uma peça, mas também um poderoso catalisador de conscientização e justiça.

Don't worry about him, she would say, that's how he is—every time we start an argument I end up with a monologue. Or Some husbands take lovers, mine he take the Fifth.

Morality, Sir, is the monologue of the unexcited and the unexcitable, the revenge of the unsuccessful, the punishment of those who tried and failed, or who never had the courage to try at all.

If you do a sketch, that's a very short narrative. Stand-up, it's bit-to-bit, minute-long narratives.

If I don't have a project going, I sit down and begin to write something - a character sketch, a monologue, a description of some sight, or even just a list of ideas.

These thoughts have no meaning. They are idiot mantras that exist in a prearranged cycle; I'm no good, I'm the Angel of Death, I'm stupid, I can't do anything. Thinking the first thought triggers the whole circuit.

I like the monologue even more than the duet, when it is good. It's like watching a man write a book expressly for you: he writes it, reads it aloud, acts it, revises it, savours it, enjoys it, enjoys your enjoyment of it, and then tears it up and throws it to the winds. It's a sublime performance, because while he's going through with it you are God for him — unless you happen to be an insensitive and impatient dolt. But in that case the kind of monologue I refer to never happens.

The language of psychiatry is a monologue of reason about madness

In a perfect world, Joshua's vertically gifted murderer would've had himself a monologue before rampaging, during which he loudly and clearly would've announced his full name, occupation, religious preference, preferably with his god's country and time period of origin, his goals, dreams, and aspirations, and the location of his lair. But nobody had ever accused post-Shift Atlanta of being perfect.

[On her monologue as the thief 'Fontaine':] People always got things. People always want things. So I provide a service.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

In a perfect world, Joshua's vertically gifted murderer would've had himself a monologue before rampaging, during which he loudly and clearly would've announced his full name, occupation, religious preference, preferably with his god's country and time period of origin, his goals, dreams, and aspirations, and the location of his lair. But nobody had ever accused post-Shift Atlanta of being perfect.

He doth nothing but talk of his horses.

Sorry to interrupt myself, but it's the only way I stop talking.

He monologued at me. With PowerPoint.?? ??He what? And you're still sane? Obviously I underestimated you.??