Zitat des Tages über Heulen / Howling:
The Emmy should be an ensemble award, too. I kept howling at everyone else's performances.
All the beasts in Howling Forest were safe in their caves, nests, and burrows.
I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
The little song and dance number at the end - that's me, my voice, howling out. It was a new experience for me. I've never sung before and I've certainly never sung on screen. I think I sung on stage when I was 13 and for some reason nobody's asked me to try it again since.
There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.
'Love and Terror on the Howling Plains of Nowhere' took me six years to write.
Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
Something about the Clintons sets the GOP to howling at the moon.
In a 24/7 news cycle, with all the shrieking, howling voices and rapid-response and instant spinning and Soviet-style disinformation-mongering, a good idea has a shelf life of about, um, six seconds.
A game like 'Myst' may be a gorgeous slide show that preserves its beauty at the expense of speed. A game like 'Doom' sacrifices almost everything for action. But the eye soon adjusts: the degree of detail more than adequately conveys infinite claustrophobic labyrinths populated by howling monsters.
My dog has the intellectual capacity of a lime wedge, yet even he possesses an elaborate set of assumptions, based on his ability to control my behavior through a combination of slavish devotion and incessant howling.
I tend to get over-excited and very, very loud. I rein myself in when people flinch and dogs start howling.
Our society finds truth too strong a medicine to digest undiluted. In its purest form, truth is not a polite tap on the shoulder. It is a howling reproach.
Skeptical of strangers, lobstermen are keepers of secrets, working in the howling wind and hot sun, the icy snows, and bewildering fog. When I was growing up, the lore was that they had the right to shoot anyone who messed with their traps.
