A Quote by Jennifer Weiner

I get really starstruck and tongue tied when I'm around other writers and the conversation tends not to go well. — © Jennifer Weiner
I get really starstruck and tongue tied when I'm around other writers and the conversation tends not to go well.
I get the most starstruck around musicians. I get tongue-tied and don't know what to say. I'm so jealous of them. When you make a movie, you're constructing something - it's a little bit like making an album. But after musicians make an album, they get to perform it live and experience it in front of a crowd.
A good memory and a tongue tied in the middle is a combination which gives immortality to conversation.
I'm easily starstruck. Seeing Buster Posey or any actor, anyone at a restaurant, for me I get really starstruck, so just trying to calm myself down and say, "This is where I belong. This is what I've prepared my whole life to be doing."
When you're a writer in Hollywood, you don't get to work with other writers. You barely get to meet other writers. We're interchangeable, disposable pieces that never really get to collaborate.
The point really is that a writer tends to write a book that he or she tends to write. It's as simple as that. Of course, it's important to make a living and all that, but the main impulse as far as I'm concerned - and I'm sure as other writers are concerned - is to tell a story that I feel impelled by.
The feminist revolution has tied writers into knots when it comes to the third-person singular pronoun. Using the masculine pronoun as the default has been proscribed. Some male writers get around this problem by defaulting to the feminine singular pronoun, which I think is icky.
When fathers are tongue tied religiously with their offspring, need they wonder if their children's hearts remain sin tied?
When I was younger, I didn't know who a lot of those people were because I couldn't watch any of their movies. I actually get way more starstruck now. I think starstruck is the wrong word - I get overly enthusiastic about who I work with.
Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.
I'm so great even I get tongue-tied talking to myself.
Well, well, perhaps I am a bit of a talker. A popular fellow such as I am -- my friends get round me -- we chaff, we sparkle, we tell witty stories -- and somehow my tongue gets wagging. I have the gift of conversation. I've been told I ought to have a salon, whatever that may be.
He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.
In this knowledge-worker age, it's now increasingly tied to doing well in school so you can get into better grad schools so you can get better jobs - so the pressure to do well is really high.
It's mostly directors whom I get starstruck around.
Let's stop insulting each other and really get to know people. I mean, have a few beers and go on a fishing trip, and you will find a friend who won't see the world the way you do, but where you can have a really good conversation about it.
I'm terrible at speaking extemporaneously about my work - I get completely tongue-tied and consumed with fear.
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