Marcel Marceau Quotes

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Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
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Marcel Marceau
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Never get a mime talking. He won't stop.
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It's good to shut up sometimes.
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Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?
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Take space. It has to be either finite or infinite, yet neither possibility sits well with our intuitions. When I try to imagine a finite universe, I get Marcel Marceau miming on an invisible wall with his hands. Or, after reading about manifolds in books on physics, I see ants creeping over a sphere, or people trapped in a huge inner tube unaware of all the exposure around them. But in all these cases the volume is stubbornly suspended in a larger space, which shouldn't be there at all, but which my minds eye can't help but peek at.
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Steven Pinker (The Stuff of Thought: Language as a Window into Human Nature)
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In the words of Marcel Marceau...
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Tim Watson
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No, your marrow, boy. You are weak-boned. Your bones are hard but your bones are not full. He nodded at August. 'Marcel Marceau's bones are hard and they are also full. Your brother possesses a strength that you will never have.' August shot a smug and knowing smile at me. 'But I've got great finger bone strength,' I said, flipping August the bird.
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Trent Dalton (Boy Swallows Universe)
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I walked out of a chic downtown Manhattan restaurant not long ago, with friends, before we’d ordered, because the music was so loud we were reduced to making hand signals. Four gestures I remember making (the extent of my sign language) were: β€œthumbs down,” β€œknife across throat,” β€œthis is bullshit,” and β€œlet’s get out of here.” The cacophony, increasingly, is the point. It’s a way to keep out the oldies, of which now, I suppose, we were. When I’m trapped in a restaurant that’s playing shitty songs at defenestrating volume, I think longingly of the house rules at St. John, Fergus Henderson’s restaurant in London: β€œNo art. No music.” To crib a line from the poet William Matthews, the jukebox plays Marcel Marceau.
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Dwight Garner (The Upstairs Delicatessen: On Eating, Reading, Reading About Eating, and Eating While Reading)
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September 25, 2007 Paris To honor the death of Marcel Marceau I observed a minute of silence.
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David Sedaris (A Carnival of Snackery: Diaries (2003-2020))
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Avant de dire quelque chose, il faut s'assurer que le silence ne soit pas plus important.
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