What I worry about is, if you are on the side of feeling it’s disrespectful to kneel during the anthem, that somehow you’re racist, or somehow you’re not in favor of bettering this country and finding equality and common ground.
I will never sign to a major record label again. If, by some mega fluke, a record of mine looked like it might break big, I’d try and do it via an indie or somehow license it. I’m not having my music owned by those corporate bastards again.
I respect women like Gloria Steinem who paved the way. But when you say ‘feminist’ now, there is a message that if you are sexy and you acknowledge that part of your personality publicly, then it’s somehow an affront to women. And I reject that.
I felt somehow for many years that George Washington and Alexander Hamilton just left me out by mistake. But through the process of amendment, interpretation, and court decision, I have finally been included in ‘We, the people.’
What’s going on in this country? Unions stand against those trends. We’ve got to somehow insulate the robust American economy from this global economy that seems to want to devour our standard of living.
Sureness is something like a neck brace, which we clamp around our lives, hoping to somehow protect ourselves from the frightening, constant whiplash of change. Sadly, the brace doesn’t always hold.
You get yourself up for it somehow, and your endurance and the crowd gets you up, too.
Somehow I am really relaxed within the chaos of having a baby – and anyone who’s a mother knows it’s very hard to relax, because there is so much to do and worry about!
Let’s say, 100 years ago, I’m not sure how many people had to empty out their relatives’ homes; they just stayed in the same house, because they lived there. Nowadays, almost everyone, at least once in their life, somehow, has to deal with this experience.
I’m on Facebook and Twitter, and occasionally I will tweet something. Somehow my problem is that I don’t think I have anything interesting to tweet about.
When I’m up on stage, I don’t think about anything except the song I’m singing. Anyway, the majority of my audience is female, and I can’t think that many of them want to see me a French maid outfit somehow!
A best-seller was a book which somehow sold well because it was selling well.
I have a concept of Naples that is not so much of a city, per se, but rather an ingredient of the human spirit that I detect in everyone, Neapolitan or not. The idea that ‘Neapolitanism’ and mass ignorance are somehow indissolubly linked is one that I am prepared to fight with all the strength I have.
I think somehow you need to get to a certain point in your life where the notion of failure is absurd.
Football and me have never got on. My instinct and love for the harder end of contact had always meant I was perhaps a little too heavy-handed for football. Somehow it left me feeling unfulfilled.
I grew up watching a lot of American television and so the American sound has been in my psyche somehow for a long time and is quite familiar and so that does make it easier.
There’s a guy at the record company who’s 30, and he says, I would not listen to these songs except in this context. Somehow the recording process, the arrangements, make it more accessible.
Even I haven’t downed enough L.A. Kool-Aid to believe that somehow Hollywood movies are an overt instrument of morality.
So, basically, my view is I don’t want to support the exploitation of animals, and within reason, I will do what I can to avoid it, but it’s not like it’s a religion for me. It’s not like I consider I’m polluted if somehow some bit of milk or cheese or something passes my lips.
My tutors at drama school commended and criticised my use of comedy in my acting for a long time at drama school. They said I had a tendency to somehow perform the most tragic of scenes in a slightly flippant way.
In love, somehow, a man’s heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.
No matter how bad or negative it gets, I somehow try to find the silver lining.
I tend to be very relaxed on stage, but the nerves have to come out somehow.
When I’m putting some communication out on Twitter or Facebook or Instagram, I think that it’s helping me, my brain, you know, because it’s always somehow stimulated by people who are sending things to me. And it works both ways. It’s great. My brain is very happy about it.
People don’t want to watch a sport where you see people fall down and somehow score above someone who goes clean.
I’ve always had my own access to the public, because I started off making my clothes for a little shop, and so I’ve always had people buying them. I could always sell a few, even if I couldn’t sell a lot, and somehow my business grew because people happened to like it. I’m in a fortunate position.
Fashion somehow, for me, is purely and happily irrational.
Every little detail of my life is, and has always been, surrounded by fashion – from the cup I drink my coffee from in the morning to my constant travels – fashion always pops up somewhere and somehow.
I can assure you that no string theorist would be interested in working on string theory if it were somehow permanently beyond testability. That would no longer be doing science.
As a young singer, you have to get experience somehow, to try things out and grow as a singer. They way you do that is by going through the ranks and singing at companies like Opera Birmingham. It’s a perfect place to foster a career.
Life is not living in the suburbs with a white picket fence. That’s not life. Somehow our American culture has made it out that that’s what life needs to be – and that if it’s not that, it’s all screwed up. It’s not.
I cried to my mother that I wanted to go to Hebrew school; I wanted Jewish friends. But when my mother took me, the kids there all knew each other, and somehow I was even more of an outcast.
I was a suburban kid who fancied myself somehow intellectual. I was into punk rock but I couldn’t get into the subcultural signifiers of dyed hair, safety pins and torn denim. Being a punk seemed like a new set of rules that I wasn’t interested in having to follow.
Well, when you do something like Rocky which is indefinable somehow, it always becomes difficult to lose that.
It’s really important for the bass and the drums to somehow blend.
Well, I always had this desire to celebrate and somehow be a part of things that I thought were really great.
We have literally millions and millions of fans. I mean, even Kendall and Kylie have 50 million followers on Instagram – apiece. That’s a hundred million people you have somehow touched emotionally, enough to follow you on a social-media platform. And I think with that also comes, you know, haters.
When digital culture first came along, it was supposed to create more time, by allowing us to shift time around. Somehow instead we’ve strapped devices to ourselves that ping us all the time.
One of the biggest mistakes a photographer can make is to look at the real world and cling to the vain hope that next time his film will somehow bear a closer resemblance to it.
I run around, I listen to a lot of music, go to a lot of concerts. And when I see someone that gases me, I try to go out of my way to involve them somehow in what I’m doing or get involved in what they’re doing.
I never see myself as the famous person. It never was a part of my life, and I hope this doesn’t become the most eminent thing about what I do. I just hope that I’ll do things that have meaning for me and for others somehow.
I wrote a script with my brother which ended up, somehow, on the Black List in 2008.
I had this feeling that, somehow, we ought to be teaching not just the history of particular nations or particular regions, but the history of humanity.
If you want to go beyond that small percentage of people who are already environmentally and scientifically aware, you have to make your work somehow link with a passion, interest, or profession of someone who isn’t interested in science or nature.
I’ve never turned to anybody for advice and counsel. Even when I was a very small child, I had to stand on my feet because of the circumstances of those times, and somehow, the circumstances have remained more or less the same. I have to take my own decisions.
A good song has to have a great melody, and the lyrics have to touch my heart. Now, if it’s just a little toe-tapper, got to make me feel good somehow or another, or when I sing it I can’t make you feel good.
If someone comes to you and asks for help, and you can help them, you’re supposed to help them. Why wouldn’t you? You have been put in the position somehow to be able to help this person.
The subject of death is taboo. We feel, perhaps only subconsciously, that to be in contact with death in any way, even indirectly, somehow confronts us with the prospect of our own deaths, draws our own deaths closer and makes them more real and thinkable.
I guess somehow I got a reputation of being able to dance.
Most frontmen are not born hams like David Lee Roth. We’re more like Joey Ramone: awkward geeks who somehow find our place in the world on the stage.
The study and knowledge of the universe would somehow be lame and defective were no practical results to follow.
I played with local bands and ended up touring with Scissor Sisters, Mylo, Alphabeat, and Calvin Harris. That somehow changed into DJ’ing.
