Though it seems curious, I do not remember ever asking for anything but what I got it. And I always received it as an answer to my prayers.
I’ve sort of decided that I can settle for being just the artist, arranger, writer and part-time engineer. That seems like enough to do.
Each time I play a song it seems more real.
My music seems to have a bigger mission than I have, which is very soothing but also very strange because people see more in me than I see, which can be terrifying.
Our leaders cannot and should not give up when compromise seems out of reach, especially when the economic security of South Carolinians is at stake.
I’ve noticed with my own kids, it seems like they have so much more homework than I did.
Everybody wants to be American, it seems; I travel enough to know.
All of the generations go to what is chic for them, and theater seems to be an older generation’s art form.
For the first time in human history, there seems to be a radical increase in the proportion reaching principled morality.
The deviation of man from the state in which he was originally placed by nature seems to have proved to him a prolific source of diseases.
I want to play oddballs. I want to play weirdos. There’s not enough weird. Everything just seems a bit mainstream to me, and I long for anything that’s a bit unusual.
Graphic novels are not traditional literature, but that does not mean they are second-rate. Images are a way of writing. When you have the talent to be able to write and to draw, it seems a shame to choose one. I think it’s better to do both.
All religion seems to need to prove that it’s the only truth. And that’s where it turns demonic. Because that’s when you get religious wars and persecutions and burning heretics at the stake.
So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.
It seems evident that the IMF has learned nothing from its inequality-inducing policies during the 1980s debt crises in Latin America nor from its recession-deepening response to the East Asian crisis of the late 1990s. In both regions, the IMF has become synonymous with making bad situations worse.
Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.
What people have trouble getting their head around is the idea that a celebrity, somebody whom they admire, somebody who seems to have everything, would even be depressed.
I really wanted to escape from that little girl. But it seems to me that the picture didn’t let me go.
People are more than their first impressions. And even if someone seems like a lot, or seems this way or that way, it doesn’t mean they’re not a three-dimensional person, with a real life.
What is black empowerment when it seems to benefit not the vast majority but an elite that tends to be recycled?
Writing is far too hard work to say what someone else wants me to. Serving it as a craft, using it as a way of growing in my own understanding, seems to me to be a beautiful way to live. And if that product is shareable with other people, so much the better.
Politics is a rough and tumble business, and yet there seems to be an effort by the commentariat to sanitise American politics to some type of high-level Victorian debating society.
I’m as happy a man as any in the world, for the whole world seems to smile upon me!
Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment – this very moment – to stay.
Other men wear white suits in summer and it doesn’t seem to bother them. But my white suit seems to be a little whiter than theirs. I think also that it may have something written on the back of it, although I can’t find it when I take the suit off.
Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now.
AIDS occupies such a large part in our awareness because of what it has been taken to represent. It seems the very model of all the catastrophes privileged populations feel await them.
Let us consider the glorious Saint Paul: it seems that no other name fell from his lips than that of Jesus, because the name of Jesus was fixed and embedded in his heart.
The real truth is that the Obama administration is professional at bullying, as we have witnessed with ACORN at work during the presidential campaign. It seems to me they are sending down their bullies to create fist fights among average American citizens who don’t want a government-run health care plan forced upon them.
I think it’s every girl’s dream, a little bit, to be a model because it seems from the outside to be a glamorous industry and I was really into fashion, and I remember just being excited and wanting to be part of that.
Things slow down, the ball seems a lot bigger and you feel like you have more time. Everything computes – you have options, but you always take the right one.
Everything else outside me seems far, far away.
It seems to me an indictment of the Republican Party that if you talk about issues of poverty and upward mobility, people assume you’re a Democrat.
I’m usually the bad guy. That’s how it always seems to be.
Reading in a sound booth seems very strange. Everyone has a process they are comfortable with; this was uncomfortable for me.
Success seems to go round in circles.
That first victory, before you get to it, it always seems so far ahead. You’re not sure whether you can make it or not. Once you do, obviously it’s a relief, but it also helps you to then deal better once you are in the lead of a race.
Repaying the debt of these ultimate sacrifices seems nearly impossible but we must try.
Excess of liberty, whether it lies in state or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery.
Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.
Marriage, it seems, confines every man to his proper rank.
I’m a neat freak… It seems to me that an orderly desk is reflective of an orderly and organized mind, you know?
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.
Any image I have, it’s just what I do, but it comes off as being very pretentious. When you’re a bit in the public astigmatism, anything you do seems like you did it so somebody would see you do it, like showing up at the right parties.
It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page.
Seems you can’t outsmart Mother Nature.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be – like the reality of yesterday – an illusion tomorrow.
Trust is a confusing thing. It seems so simple, but when you try to pin it down, it can be so elusive.
It seems to be a common denominator with a lot of comics, this low self-esteem thing.
‘Undertones of War’ by Edmund Blunden seems to get less attention than the memoirs of Siegfried Sassoon and Robert Graves, but it is a great book.
I’m clean and sober for over a year and no one seems to care! They’re like, ‘Oh, her dramatic weight gain.’ So, stop making fun of me!
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.
I think now what you’re seeing is guys that are in the peaks of their careers anywhere from 27 to 35 years old, seems to be when they play their best hockey.
I’m interested in what would normally be considered the worst aspects of commercial art. I think it’s the tension between what seems to be so rigid and cliched and the fact that art really can’t be this way.
You only get one life, so it seems to me you might as well do the things you want to do.
The proclamation of the saving love of God comes before moral and religious imperatives. Today sometimes it seems that the opposite order is prevailing.
The most valuable thing to me seems to be time, and with time, I can be great. I have been… and I will be.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
Sometimes the picture that emerges of the man seems no longer to agree with our conception of the musician. In reality, however, there is a glorious unity.
Because the idea of zombies seems to make sense, and seems to, in a certain sense, be possible, I think one can use that to argue against the thesis that everything is purely physical. Now many people, I think, agree that the idea of zombies are conceivable, including people who want to be physicalists.
It seems older people maximize their well-being more – they start to realize that life is short.
I’m much more Buddhist. I mean, I’m not a Buddhist. I should be so lucky to be a Buddhist, a real Buddhist, but of all the things I investigated, that seems to make the most sense to me.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
I don’t like being able to be reached. I enjoy my solitude. Even people having my phone number seems like too much.
The NFL is changing a little bit. The prototypical quarterback seems to be a little bit more mobile now. At the same time, if you can’t throw the ball with the best of them, then you won’t get an opportunity.
