He is a writer. He makes the rest of them nervous.

The present tense made him nervous.

Not only were we practicing, we were nervous rehearsing, because he would sit in a chair with a belt in his hand, and if you didn't do it the right way, he would tear you up. Really get you...We were terrified of him. So terrified, I can't tell you. I don't think he realized how scared...scared...I mean SCARED. So scared that I would regurgitate. (with emphasis) Mmm-hmm. (reporter asks Michael what caused the reaction) His presence, just seeing him...And I was so fast, he wouldn't catch me half the time, but when he did, oh my God, it was bad.

The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.

Clemens was afraid that he’d lose his temper and cuss out King John as no one else in the universe had ever been cussed out before.

N.S.C. briefing. Castro is very nervous. We’ll try to keep him that way.

I have always heard in the music what I am finding out from the books: the man was a tyrant who beat his musicians with insults and temper tantrums. He never smiled when conducting (not even in rehearsals!) never thanked or complimented his men, never made them feel they were valuable partners or had even done a creditable job. He would fail to give them cues, then blame them with curses and insults for needing them! Besides being a compulsive perfectionist, he was childish, petulant, inconsiderate, monomaniacal, and monstrously self-centered. His technique was fear, and I always heard that fear in his music...Reading about him - especially books by people who worked with him - strongly confirmed what I had felt in my bones"

The car horns created an anxious music, discordant but not indifferent.

I was afraid that if I went to Hollywood, I might be faced with the danger of being built up into a player who always features in the same kind of roles.

Each time I think I've made a connection with someone... once they find out what I can do, whether it's hours or days later, everything changes. Invariably they freak. They get retroactively paranoid, wondering what else Clark Kent is hiding from them.

cry so strange that it frightened him.

My big fear was that my guitar would go out of tune.

It’s not exactly news that the Littlest Chickenhawk is absolutely terrified of anyone who isn’t a college student, and therefore, is capable of unmasking what a mediocre little midwit he is

Kettelman bristled. Nothing got him angrier than when people implied he was paranoid. It made him feel persecuted.