When people get their mind made up about something, then it's: 'Don't bother me with facts.' They've GOT their MINDS made up and dismiss you out of hand. Some people don't even give you a FAIR HEARING.

I was raised with a HUGE Armenian influence, ALWAYS HEARING STORIES of Armenia, CELEBRATING Armenian holidays.

Ninety-nine PERCENT of SINGING is LISTENING and HEARING, and so then 1 percent of it is singing.

Throughout elementary and middle school, I was used to hearing other words: Smart. STUDIOUS. Well-spoken. Well-read. They became pillars of my SELF-CONFIDENCE, enabling me to build myself up on what I contributed RATHER than what I looked like.

We have a tendency to ASSUME or believe saying I love you means we are READY for love, or that HEARING it from someone else means they are ready. We just assume that we are on the same page about what it means. We don't KNOW what someone else is THINKING, projecting, assuming, expecting when they say that.

I just want to ENCOURAGE you all... to rethink the resettlement of REFUGEES in this country, especially in the numbers I'm HEARING.

Sometimes you do a sound installation, and the first DAY or two it is very EXCITING. Then you are hearing this every day for a month, and it BECOMES like a TORTURE.

Vaccines save lives; fear endangers them. It's a simple MESSAGE PARENTS need to keep HEARING.

I was only in one of the John Hughes films, and I NEVER saw the other ones. I didn't understand them. I kept hearing a REALLY hip 40-year-old PERSON TALKING in teenagers' mouths.

For me, theory has always opened things up to where I can walk into a room and just by hearing SOMETHING I know exactly where to go on the guitar. I have a better TIME playing because I have a variety of colors to BRING to the table.

When I wrote 'Pink Houses,' nobody was talking about that, right? The next thing I know, you can't see the TV without hearing COMMERCIALS with 'Listen to the heartbeat of America,' or 'Born the AMERICAN way.' That WHOLE America thing now - I hate it.

I haven't tweeted once in my life, but I'm sick of HEARING about it already. What once may have been the cool way of letting a hundred people know that you're about to go mow your lawn now has the feel of a used-to-be-fresh means of communicating. So yesterday, LIKE two-way pagers. And AOL.

I remember the bad times as a succession of PAINFUL emotional snapshots: Me walking into the library at 24 Sussex, seeing my mother in tears, and HEARING her talk about LEAVING while my FATHER stood facing her, stern and ashen.