Part of my problem is that I cannot dispel the myths that have somehow accumulated over the years. Somebody writes something, it’s completely off the wall, but it gets filed and repeated until everyone believes it. For instance, I’ve read that I wear a football helmet in the car.
I’ve never been bashful to say that I’m not really interested in Formula One. When I lived in England, it’s all I wanted to do and I thought that anything else would somehow be a compromise to my dreams. But then when I came back to the States, I realised how much I loved being back in the States.
Somehow in the public sector, if you start in the mailroom and spend your life getting promoted, it’s unseemly.
Nine Inch Nails was born out of Cleveland, Ohio, with me and a friend in a studio working on demos at night. Got a record deal with a small, little label, went on tour in a van, and a couple years later found that somehow we touched a nerve, and that first record resonated with a bunch of people.
I’m pretty good at getting things out of the way, especially paperwork. I hate it sitting about, as it somehow weighs me down.
Somehow, the French got this idea of the starving artist. Very romantic, except it’s not so romantic for the starving artist.
It takes a very strong brain to resist the absolutes, the myths that the media and the politicians peddle – the idea that if you are too kind, where does it all end? That not to help someone is somehow a good idea.
Foreign writers – especially Germans – often feel that Shakespeare is really one of them, that he was somehow accidentally born in the wrong country. In much the same way, leftists sense in their bones that he was a radical, rightists that he was a Tory.
You have tremendous flexibility in defining both the greater good and the greater community. If you don’t succeed in this, then you will continue to pull that heavy wagon up the mountain, and despite the fact that you are pulling it, it will somehow run over your own foot.
You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
Being an actor somehow can be a perverse extension of that feeling we generally all have as children, that feeling of wanting to please. Of course you’re looking for affirmation, encouragement.
To be perfectly frank, there is an odd place after losing a child, where you think somehow your life is worth less.
Somehow, a scrubbed house spells a fresh start.
My most embarrassing moment was when I was a student at Tufts University and decided to go ‘streaking’ with a group of girls in the middle of January. Somehow I lost them and ended up being chased by the campus police.
When I’m writing fiction, I’m sort of interested by the fact that somehow or other I can have the feeling of actually seeing things through someone else’s eyes.
I realized that people had an unreal image of me, that somehow I was a god on Mount Olympus. I decided that if I were going to make use of my role as a Supreme Court Justice, it would be to inspire people to realize that, first, I was just like them and second, if I could do it, so could they.
Life is going to be complex, and the only way we’re able navigate our way through it at all is by living as best we can and absorbing those experiences and somehow making intuitive responses in future situations that resemble them in some way.
There’s this idea that if you take your clothes off, somehow you must have loose morals.
I try to live my life as honestly as I can, and the last thing I want is to pretend to be something I’m not. To pretend to myself I am a sex symbol would somehow be dishonest. I’d feel, in my heart, that I were behaving artificially and that’s the last thing I want to do.
All of a sudden I’m an actor, and I spend a decade trying to fit in and realising that I didn’t, really. Sometimes in the right circumstances, with the right people, it felt OK. But other times it was a bit more jobbing. I didn’t fit the mould, somehow.
I always knew I was gay. I always knew that somehow it would work out.
The perfect gadget would somehow allow me to fly. Isn’t that what everybody wants? It would also cook a damn good microwave pizza. So while in flight you had something to eat – an in-flight meal. Where would I go? Well, nowadays, it would probably just take me to work a lot quicker.
When an athlete has relegated the persistent rumors of cheating to the back room of the mind, he hasn’t really forgotten them. And when he glances back to where rumors hunker in the darkness, he hopes with a savage heart that somehow, some day, those cheaters will be brought to justice.
I am very suspicious of the notion that somehow bin Laden was a media creation… Bin Laden’s actions made him into a big deal. Not the media.
It’s a responsibility of the writer to get the reader out of the story somehow.
My experience of Chinese culture is indirect, through echoes. When I approach the cashier at my local Chinese supermarket, they switch to English before I’ve even said a word. They somehow know that I’m not quite Chinese enough.
I have a theory that the best ads come from personal experience. Some of the good ones I have done have really come out of the real experience of my life, and somehow this has come over as true and valid and persuasive.
I want to thank my parents for somehow raising me to have confidence that is disproportionate with my looks and abilities.
Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.
I want to do what I love, which is act, and hopefully through that, leave a positive impact somehow, someway, with somebody.
There was a ‘magic rock’ my mom would lift up, and under the rock was a bunch of bugs. Roly-poly bugs and worms. Somehow I thought that it was a magical world of insects, and I wanted to go there. It was the same impulse as ‘Pikmin’ – I wanted to go into that world.
I did enjoy and take pride in my work as an actress, yet I’m bemused by suppositions that my life since has somehow been less fulfilling. That certainly is not the case. Rather the reverse.
A radical generally meant a man who thought he could somehow pull up the root without affecting the flower. A conservative generally meant a man who wanted to conserve everything except his own reason for conserving anything.
You jot down ideas, memories, whatever, concerning your real life that somehow parallels the character you’re playing, and you incorporate that in your scene work.
I was a shy kid, but somehow I knew I would make it as a performer. I’d always be telling my mum that I was going to be a famous singer. In my school yearbooks I would write, ‘Remember me when I’m famous.’ I knew I had a gift.
Somehow life doesn’t always pay off to those who are most insistent.
A lot of these roles that I feel like I’ve had some sort of impact, or that have had an effect on me, have always been with directors who have the time to somehow get to know me. Any good director’s going to be curious about who it is that’s coming aboard.
It’s always been my heart that God would save people through this crazy music somehow, someway, His way.
Though it’s safe to say there are a whole lotta American gals who agree with the core ideals of feminism, they are somehow nevertheless watching ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ by the millions.
People are always surprised to see clues to my being a normal kind of guy. As if I’m somehow letting the team down.
I find myself unable to let go of the sense that human beings are somehow special, and that moment-to-moment human experience contains a certain unquantifiable essence. I still suspect there is something too quirky, too paradoxical, or too interpersonal to be imitated or re-created by machine life.
I’m certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man, but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl.
I was heartbroken at the end of that, because I thought that was going to be it for me. Somehow I had worked my way into this movie and it had exposed me to people and I had a chance to be an actor, which I loved, but I didn’t think it was ever going to happen again.
When every court was saying ‘no,’ I believe God was still saying yes. I had to somehow find that faith and reach deep down in my soul and believe in the teaching that my mother taught me as a young boy, that God can do everything but fail.
We face many hurdles in our life and somehow we get busy in our hectic schedules and forget how to enjoy our life.
Washington is politics! Somehow if people have political objectives, then those objectives are automatically disqualified? If that’s the case, the Democrats have no business being legitimized about anything because everything they do is political.
I always worked mostly in Quebec. I never thought of the States, somehow. I don’t know – I don’t have blue eyes or blond hair. I thought I didn’t fit with the stereotype of America.
Music has always been a great solace for me. It’s still something that gives me far more joy than movies, I must say. I love movies, too. But somehow, music can transport you. There are so many different kinds of experiences you can have with music.
