A loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.
Silence is our enemy, and sound is our weapon.
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.
New York can be a tad stressful.
We could definitely make a flying car - but that's not the hard part. The hard part is, how do you make a flying car that's super safe and quiet? Because if it's a howler, you're going to make people very unhappy.
Except for the pollution, I love everything about Delhi.
I find it easier to work when it's quiet.
We don't have a lot of neighbors so we can blast the stereo.
You live in the city and all the time there are signs telling you what to do and billboards trying to sell you something.
New York seems to be thriving, which I'm grateful for. But I would hope that they would figure out how to negotiate the traffic and limit the pedicabs, because it seems to me that it's becoming a more chaotic city.
It is like sitting in a traffic jam on the San Diego Freeway with your windows rolled up and Portuguese music booming out of the surround-sound speakers while animals gnaw on your neck and diseased bill collectors hammer on your doors with golf clubs.
The idea of being stuck in a plane with dozens of people chatting over each other on their phones might feel like Dante's 10th circle of hell.
L.A.'s a lot of noise and stuff. You always hear cars and stuff.
You want to see an angry person? Let me hear a cell phone go off.
Silence is regarded as a sort of sin now, and it has to be filled with a lot of gossip and soundbites.
I wrote an essay about leaf blowers and the evil they do.
I don't like a big city.
As far as the sounds on the space station, it's pumps, fans, motors, certain modules are louder than others, but it's generally a pretty nice working environment. It's not too loud or too smelly.
My latest theory is that it's - well, I describe it as, like, being in an apartment with kind of thin walls. And in the apartment next door, they've got a radio tuned constantly on - tuned to a really cool radio station. It's on all the time. And you can just hear it coming through the wall all the time.
I have more pet peeves than anybody: people talking in the movie theater, people eating in the movie theater loudly, people being rude, people making noise when you're supposed to be asleep, like drilling noises outside. I could be here all day.
It's the shock of the world if you allow yourself to disconnect from the world and forget it's out there, how noisy it is, how busy it is, how invasive it is.
I don't like going out. I hate clubs. I hate being around too many people.
If I were queen for a day, every city would have to spend one hour in utter silence: no music in shops and restaurants, no honking of horns, no conversations on mobile phones. Only birds would be allowed to sing.
The loudest noise in the world is silence.
I would never be able to spend all my life in a busy city like Mumbai.
