I don’t want to be treated like I came from another planet or something or was somehow born with some weird birthright or super power. I don’t view myself that way. I am a normal guy, picking up the crap from the dog and scraping the BBQ and having a beer and fixing the shed out back.
It is by not always thinking of yourself, if you can manage it, that you might somehow be happy. Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be searching and lost.
There was a certain feeling I developed as a young person for black people. Somehow they were able to get pleasure out of things that I couldn’t see them enjoying. I heard them sing a lot, and I didn’t hear white folks going down the cotton rows singing that much.
I love history. I love art. I like to mix it all together, but in the end it somehow has to all make sense.
People constantly face problems they’ve never seen before, and they have to solve them somehow. So a million people come up with a million solutions that are just a little bit different. If computing is being done by fewer resources, there will be enormous security gains by pushing things into standard practices.
We are told there is not enough money for education, but somehow there is enough money for people to raise billions of dollars to defeat somebody in an election? Oh! Okay! Does that make sense?
I don’t ever remember them telling us or teaching us that the only way we could be more successful is if other people were less successful. They never inculcated the belief that somehow, in order for us to climb the ladder, other people have to come down from the ladder.
The sum total of all my stop-starts have made me less concerned about the future. I’m just aware now that I’ll always land on my feet somehow.
Part of the reason why I love acting is that you do hope that somehow your work will connect to people and somehow expand their consciousness somewhat, and being able to challenge notions of prejudice through work – through my work – is really thrilling.
The truth is, you have a much richer life if you somehow lead one that you can hold together.
When I hear a great country song, I get chills and I want to cry. You feel something. And just sometimes that magic and the stars line up somehow or another, and it creates something that’s really, really, really special.
Originally I wanted somewhere to set my short stories about the sort of people I recognise having grown up with. Carnbeg was staring me in the face all the time, only I had somehow failed to see that. Not seeing the wood for the trees, I suppose.
My music has shaken hands with the world somehow – it’s a beautiful disease, and I’m glad I got it.
We’ve all seen ‘Network’ and ‘Wag the Dog,’ but we were somehow insulated by the fact that those were just movies, fictions, and we could rest easy that the Real News doesn’t operate that way. Well, it does – sometimes.
Then he took me off Jeannie and he gave me Millie the Model. That was a big break for me. It wasn’t doing to well and somehow when I got on it became quite successful.
There’s a real separation between actors and all the other functions of Hollywood. If you’re an actor you’re somehow not a member of the crew. You’re somehow more special. I hate that.
Photography has always been about documentary, the depiction of the instant, a moment, sometimes a place. Each project is somehow an experimentation of a specific context or a character.
I’ve always felt writing a song was a bit like going on location. That’s true in an almost literal sense. Where you are seeps in somehow.
When you’re in the muck you can only see muck. If you somehow manage to float above it, you still see the muck but you see it from a different perspective. And you see other things too. That’s the consolation of philosophy.
If you can live in Vegas, or visit Vegas, and leave in one piece, still loving it and somehow laughing about it, you should spend at least part of your last night in town doing something that will serve you well no matter where you go next: thank your lucky stars.
Somehow I have managed to delay looking old. In reality I have good genes.
As a young boy, I had strange dreams of affecting people and somehow being instrumental in changing the makeup of Africa and helping to improve life there.
I was training in Gleason’s Gym on 30th and 8th Avenue, where it was the Mecca of boxing, and a guy walked in who couldn’t rub two quarters together and said, ‘Did you ever think of being on TV?’ And somehow I ended up in ‘Taxi,’ which is the craziest thing of all.
I think we all have our own mission, duty, fate in life so for me somehow I think I am always walking on the edge of life and take risks.
Arrogance generally is a bad thing, but with a band, somehow you have to have this gang mentality or this certain degree of arrogance to push forward an idea that’s new enough that people aren’t comfortable with it at first.
When you grew up like me and my four brothers, you end up feeling somewhat inadequate, like somehow you don’t count.
I was a strange, dark little dude. I fell in love with horror movies, at a very early age. Somehow, as a first grader, I was able to convince my parents to let me go see stuff like ‘An American Werewolf in London’ in theaters, so I was headed in that direction anyway.
Often, if there’s something that I want to do, but somehow can’t get myself to do, it’s because I don’t have clarity. This lack of clarity often arises from a feeling of ambivalence – I want to do something, but I don’t want to do it; or I want one thing, but I also want something else that conflicts with it.
I think that the effort to continue to look for some law to somehow make violence go away is missing the point.
What I do is very theoretical. It won’t necessarily have implications for anything anyone is doing tomorrow, yet you know that there’s a sense of progress in science, and as we understand more, it just turns out that, somehow, the world evolves with us.
For a highly motivated learner, it’s not like knowledge is secret and somehow the Internet made it not secret. It just made knowledge easy to find. If you’re a motivated enough learner, books are pretty good.
I think there is an immense charm and humanity about the Bollywood structure, probably in the way there was about Hollywood film in the ’30s and ’40s. Somehow they were less distracted about hardware, and more about production values and people, you know?
I was very young when we got married and I don’t know why it worked out like it did or how I was smart enough to know that this was the right guy, but somehow I got lucky.
I think we plan everything, somehow, on another level.
I can create clothes for so many different time periods. I’ve always tried to avoid being pigeonholed. Plus, everything I learn about design and costume from one movie somehow works its way into something else.
Yesterday I was thinking about the whole idea of genius and creative people, and the notion that if you create some magical art, somehow that exempts you from having to pay attention to the small things.
There was an immediate connection with the Bay Area from when I first came out years ago. Somehow, I always knew there would be. They embraced me as a sort of honorary San Franciscan for some reason.
Bra-burning never happened. It was completely made up by the media. A couple of women protesting a Miss America pageant threw some bras into a garbage can, and somehow that became this longstanding idea of feminists as bra-burners.
Somehow it helps just to take something that’s internal and externalize it, to see it in front of you.
I chose to go to law school because I thought that someday, somehow I’d make a difference.
If you have the door to your office closed, you get more work done today and tomorrow, and you are more productive than most. But ten years later somehow, you don’t quite know what problems are worth working on.
Those artists who say that somehow therapy or analysis will thwart their creativity are completely misinformed. It’s absolutely the opposite: it opens closed doors.
The thing that still somehow surprises me, and I have come to this realization over and over again, is this nonsense that gets peddled regarding, ‘Just work really hard, be really smart, do the right thing, and you’ll get rewarded.’ No, you don’t. You don’t get rewarded for those things in this society.
Here was a fragment of Goddess myth that, through all its permutations, had somehow escaped being turned on its head. It was the perfect springboard for the sort of novel I wanted to write.
Somehow, trumpet is the reference point for me – it was actually my first instrument.
Somehow I’ve been able to keep standing and stay in my little corner and do my little stuff and I’m not particularly affected by trends or I’m not dying to make a 3D movie or anything like that. I’m just sort of happy to still be around.
Do goofy stories make people nice? What if, in their goofiness, these stories somehow inspire that in the right way. Is that a social good?
There are a lot of self-imposed restrictions by people who somehow believe they have to fall in with a certain military cant. There was always a sense that we had to put things into words that would touch our troops’ hearts, not just their heads.
When do you know you’re insane? And when do you known you’re sane? I think I treat a fine line between the two. It’s a battle to function, but somehow I manage.
