We continue to elect the very same people, and we wonder why we get the same results.
In the very early days of Wham! the attention felt great, but I do wonder how much freedom I gave away by trying to become something I wasn’t.
I wonder about guys like Sean Hannity, Keith Olbermann and Mark Levin. They’re on such a mission. I mean, I love Hannity and Levin to death, but on the radio they’re insane. How can you keep that up?
A lot of music influences me in other ways than this, but I’ve always taken a lot of influence from Stevie Wonder, Frank Ocean, and Jeff Rosenstock for the Rex music. They were also the first three artists that released albums where I enjoyed every song.
I wonder how many times people give up just before a breakthrough – when they are on the very brink of success.
I’ve always tried to retain that childlike wonder.
I second-guess myself all the time. I make a decision and then wonder if I made the wrong choice.
In my eyes, there’s no one better than Stevie Wonder. He’s a top dude.
Sometimes, I wonder where my place in this town called ‘Hollywood’ is – and that can give you a really dull headache.
Simply put, ObamaCare cost Americans jobs through uncertainty and now implementation threatens even more jobs. No wonder the majority of Americans continue to oppose it.
I don’t know… it’s just too much fun to wonder about what life would be without gravity. I just started thinking about outer space more as an adult than I probably ever did as a kid. That was also inspiring, the concept of being stuck to the earth.
The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but is, rather, the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
I don’t think she is underappreciated, certainly not among writers, but Alice Munro is the classic underappreciated writer among readers. It is almost a cliche now to wonder why this living legend is not more widely read.
I feel like I’ve dreamed half of my life that hasn’t happened yet, so a lot of times I’m going along, and I do stuff, and I know that I’ve done it. I have deja vus more than I have regular experiences. If half of your day is a deja vu, then you start to wonder, ‘What is real and what isn’t?’
Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don’t recognise this world.
I’m scared of being a one-hit wonder because my second single has set the bar too high.
When I came to America in the ’60s, it was the place to be. I wonder if I’d come here today.
I love films where you go into the cinema and loosen the edges of yourself and you hopefully enter into the world of the film. You’re watching something unfold before you. I prefer the idea of wonder or intense wonder over shock or something.
I find Jessica Jones a much more interesting character to write for than Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman is so noble and heroic, and I don’t find that as interesting as one who’s really damaged and flawed and has post-traumatic stress disorder.
Magicians lose the opportunity to experience a sense of wonder.
It’s odd, because I used to see pictures, on telly or wherever, of what I now know to be Shaftesbury Avenue and I used to wonder what that amazing street with all the lights was. Well, now I know. I think when you get a wee taste of something, it maybe isn’t what you thought it was.
Unfortunately, there’s a lot of confusion today over what is sexy and what is vulgar. It’s horrifying. They say, ‘Oh, that girl is so sexy,’ and she turns around and the dress is four sizes too small. Or she’s wearing so much stuff, you wonder how long it took her to get ready.
Stevie Wonder’s ‘Songs in the Key of Life’ was on constant shuffle throughout my childhood. I remember my dad playing some stellar Max Roach albums as well.
I believe that life is chaotic, a jumble of accidents, ambitions, misconceptions, bold intentions, lazy happenstances, and unintended consequences, yet I also believe that there are connections that illuminate our world, revealing its endless mystery and wonder.
I wonder whether my bleak-o-meter is set differently from other people’s.
Hindsight can be merciless. People of any given era often look back in time and wonder how their predecessors could have been so dimwitted.
And thus it was that I started to wonder why Robert Burns is so important to us. We have other poets, and other writers, and other heroes, yet we do not afford them the veneration that we afford to Robert Burns.
American economists can’t understand the German fear of inflation and the effects of inflation when dealing with the world economic crisis. They wonder why Germany pursues such a different course – ‘Why can’t they agree with us?’ I would have thought it was fairly obvious.
You know you’re getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you’re down there.
I think there’s a void for some authentic soul music with an edge. I think there’s some people who grew up with Motown and Stevie Wonder that still can appreciate Future, Drake, and all these different things, too, but there shouldn’t be a void for those people, as well.
In these times, the hardest task for social or political activists is to find a way to get people to wonder again about what we all believe is true. The challenge is to sow doubt.
Philosophy is the product of wonder.
I know I don’t go looking for directors. I always wonder why they chose me.
I can easily come up with ten really iconic stories/trade paperbacks for Superman, Batman, others… name me ten equally big, iconic Wonder Woman stories. Much harder. That ain’t the character’s fault, that isn’t sexism, that’s just not servicing the character.
On the one hand I wonder, Was this really my story to tell? On the other hand, I just wanted the story to be told. But the truth is that I didn’t think anybody was going to read it.
When I was young, I really wanted to be a part of the end-of-year awards shows, but now that I’m actually there, it feels weird. I used to go to church and ended the year with a prayer, but now I spend it with people I’m not very familiar with at an award show, and I wonder if it’s something I should be doing.
I do interviews because it’s a chance to be myself. I sometimes wonder what I could have to say that would be of any interest. I don’t have any great wisdom.
So, it, of course, makes one wonder how many other people there might be who are completely innocent, who have been sent by the U.S. to countries where they’ve been interrogated, and in some instances it seems tortured.
And I did wonder – because it’s now three years ago since I left prison – whether there would come a time when I would forget it, or it would be in the past as anything else might be – no, it’s there every day of my life.
I’m touched by the Beatles. I want some of the music I do to reflect that. Here I am. I love Sly Stone and James Brown and Stevie Wonder, and I want my music to reflect some of that. Here I am. I’m touched by Jon Hendricks. I want some of my music to reflect that. And when I write, you’re going to hear it.
You’ve gotta wonder what kind of vibe you’re putting out there if you’re having really creepy people come talk to you.
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Democracy allows rhetoric, false empathy and emotion to pummel rational thinking – so it’s no wonder so many politicians thrive in it.
Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye, ear and imagination – everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
I wonder what it is that the people who criticize me for telling this story truly object to: is it that I have dared to tell the story? Or that the story turns out not to be the one they wanted to hear?
I don’t feel like a very nostalgic person. I think about the past much more clinically. When I look back and wonder, ‘Why was I doing that? Was it a waste of time?’ I don’t beat myself up. Instead, I say, ‘I’m so glad I did that, because now I really know what matters to me.’
Nothing about it interested me. Or about anything else, except making up stories. If literacy weren’t so nearly universal, God knows what I’d be. A drain on the State, I shouldn’t wonder.
I have always tried to live by the ‘awe principle.’ That is: Can I find awe, wonder and enchantment in the most mundane things conceivable?
I wonder if it is Australia’s great distance from more populated land masses that allows its inhabitants to be left to their own devices, to be incredibly creative and, at times, to be wonderfully weird.
Irish fiction is full of secrets, guilty pasts, divided identities. It is no wonder that there is such a rich tradition of Gothic writing in a nation so haunted by history.
With my childhood, it’s a wonder I’m not psychotic. I was the little Jewish boy in the non-Jewish neighborhood. It was a little like being the first Negro enrolled in the all-white school. I grew up in libraries and among books, without friends.
I just believe that the feeling of wonder is amazing. I am pushing myself as far as I can humanly push myself… I can only hope for the best and expect the worse.
