#tickle

People are approaching electronic levels in music; although not all of it happens to tickle my fancy. ↗

— Gerry Mulligan

#approaching #electronic #fancy #happens #levels

I see no reason why I should tickle stones or waste time on polishing bronze. ↗

— Louise Berliawsky Nevelson

#i #i see #no reason #polishing #reason

The office of drama is to exercise, possibly to exhaust, human emotions. The purpose of comedy is to tickle those emotions into an expression of light relief; of tragedy, to wound them and bring the relief of tears. Disgust and terror are the other points of the compass. ↗

— Laurence Olivier

#comedy #compass #disgust #drama #emotions

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#child #kindly #law #nature #pleased

Obviously, the anti-ERA people are tickled about my ordeal because it proves that the ERA breaks up families. When they point out that feminism is a dangerous thing, I just say marriage is pretty precarious too. ↗

— Sonia Johnson

#because #breaks #dangerous #dangerous thing #era

Love tickles parts of you that, prior to its influence, you didn't even know could feel. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#richelle #richelle-goodrich #tickle #love

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#die #laugh #poison #revenge #shall

The worst moment was when I was performing and I was about to sing, but I choked. I had a tickle in my throat and I started coughing, and I couldn't get the words out. It lasted for like thirty seconds, but I got over it, and luckily the crowd didn't seem to care. ↗

— Chris Brown

#care #choked #coughing #crowd #get

I'm one of those people who when I go over a bridge, I want to jump. It's just this intense tickle in the back of my throat. It's like I'm on the verge the whole time I'm walking over that bridge, and I'm not going to get a release until I jump. ↗

— Willem Dafoe

#bridge #get #go #going #i

And one cried wee, wee, wee, all the way—" Jessica breaking down in a giggle as he reaches for the spot along her sweatered flank he knows she can't bear to be tickled in. She hunches, squirming, out of the way as he rolls past, bouncing off the back of the sofa but making a nice recovery, and by now she's ticklish all over, he can grab an ankle, elbow— But a rocket has suddenly struck. A terrific blast quite close beyond the village: the entire fabric of the air, the time, is changed—the casement window blown inward, rebounding with a wood squeak to slam again as all the house still shudders. Their hearts pound. Eardrums brushed taut by the overpressure ring in pain. The invisible train rushes away close over the rooftop.... They sit still as the painted dogs now, silent, oddly unable to touch. Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says try to tickle me. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#tickle #change