And to stick our head in the sand and pretend that we are somehow safer if we do not know or to pretend we are somehow safer if we limit our options seems to me not only foolish but actually dangerous.
I decided that, somehow, I had to get out of there and go to Hollywood. I had never been to America.
It’s not that, you know, when a relationship doesn’t work and there are issues, you have to somehow work it out if there are children involved.
I suffer from a more complex, persistent fear. It manifests itself in nerves, and on film the camera sees even the tiniest evidence of this. So you have to learn that when the director calls ‘Action,’ you don’t go to this place of tension, but somehow you become free.
I have great editors, and I always have. Somehow, great editors ask the right questions or pose things to you that get you to write better. It’s a dance between you, your characters, and your editor.
Some Christians feel guilty when they are doing something that isn’t ‘spiritual.’ Somehow or another, they feel the need to hurry through the grocery store, dash through the house cleaning, and rush through all the daily aspects of life that seem irrelevant to their faith.
There are lots of people in the world who do have the advantage of going to a good drama school and just decide that they want to be actors. There’s nothing wrong with an untrained actor; they have to get their training somehow, they have to learn.
Richard Lewis has this incredible ability to look like he’s just… you know it’s an act that’s been honed. What you have to do in standup is create spontaneity, somehow; even though you’ve done this act a million times, you gotta look like you’re almost just thinking of it now, to make it entertainer.
Somehow, as a writer, you tend to use words to paper over structural cracks.
Americans must outgrow the unbecoming arrogance that leads us to assert that America somehow owns a monopoly on goodness and truth – a belief that leads some to view the world as but a stage on which to play out the great historical drama: the United States of America versus the Powers of Evil.
You know, you learned that very young in American culture that the feminine boys don’t do well. And yet, I had a dad who was a lieutenant colonel in the army. My dad was a man’s man, but he still adored me. And somehow in the midst of that, I still grew up hating the sissy in me.
And most of my early pictures failed but about one in a 100 somehow looked better than what I saw.
Everything that is somehow related to direction and filmmaking fascinates me, like cinematography.
It is my opinion that human history can make no sense unless evil doings are recognized for what they are, and that they are bearable only if somehow they may be redeemed.
Somehow it’s O.K. for people to chuckle about not being good at math. Yet if I said, ‘I never learned to read,’ they’d say I was an illiterate dolt.
The Jungian view of drama would be that it affects all of our imaginations and somehow taps into our hidden, ancient, primordial memories.
I always feel so pretentious talking about comedy and deconstructing it. It always feels somehow self-centred to talk about any sort of process.
Ever since Darwin, we’ve been familiar with the stupendous timespans of the evolutionary past. But most people still somehow think we humans are necessarily the culmination of the evolutionary tree. No astronomer could believe this.
They say it’s good but I didn’t know what I was doing until I got into the suit and they put the moustache on me, and somehow, when I got all the drag on, it came out. It was the most amazing thing. I’m truly extraordinary.
I don’t say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.
If you’re in favour of any policy – reform, revolution, stability, regression, whatever – if you’re at least minimally moral, it’s because you think it’s somehow good for people. And good for people means conforming to their fundamental nature.
People like to talk more than they like to act. They like to sit there and complain and vent. Somehow they think that changes things, when it doesn’t.
I’m certain that most couples expect to find intimacy in marriage, but it somehow eludes them.
I want to make music that somehow connects to the things that I love in America music.
It is easy for Christians to have the false impression that once we have established a relationship with Christ, which we believe sets us right with God, the problems of life will somehow scoot away or they will slowly be removed from our lives.
Even 150 years of the first war of Independence was marked with a series of programs, but somehow the Jallianwala Bagh incident hasn’t been given the attention it deserves.
I would definitely love to continue acting, and I also really enjoy school, so I would like to balance the two somehow.
We tend to admire the people in our society who have accumulated such wealth as to seem somehow great. But we shouldn’t forget that it was the everyday working class man who made this country great.
There’s a false perception that women in Africa somehow don’t love their babies they way we do, don’t grieve their loss the way we would. That is simply not true.
I used to watch every episode of ‘Justice League,’ I went to all the movies, I had the Superman lunchbox. I was enamored with animation in general and always wanted to somehow be a part of it.
Simplicity is not the absence of clutter, that’s a consequence of simplicity. Simplicity is somehow essentially describing the purpose and place of an object and product. The absence of clutter is just a clutter-free product. That’s not simple.
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
I’m always getting doubled; I just have to find ways to beat it. Can’t use that as an excuse. Still got to get to the quarterback someway, somehow.
I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody’s fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about.
I was 23 years old, a freshman at university, and there I was, on the first day, sitting in a remedial English class. I was so ashamed I almost got up and left, but somehow I knew inside that if I ran away from this, I would hate myself forever.
We didn’t sell a lot of records, but somehow we left an impression.
Writing is work. It takes a lot of contemplation, concentration, and out-and-out sweat. People tend to romanticize it, that somehow your work appears by benefit of some mystical external force. In reality, to be a writer, you have to sit down and write. It’s work, and often it’s hard work.
I don’t mean to beat a made-in-America drum, but I would be lying if I said it doesn’t feel somehow right to be printing books in the U.S.
Sometimes, in certain stories, I think we know at the outset essentially what the tone is going to be, or it becomes important that we’re groping toward some kind of story with a certain kind of tone that we both get somehow. But I don’t think how that’s combined with other elements is ever in any way overtly discussed.
When you find great songs, and somehow you get a spark in a little way, it can become brand new.
Somehow, the greater the public opposition to the health care bill, the more determined they seem to force it on us anyway. Their attitude shows Washington at its very worst – the presumption that they know best, and they’re going to get their way whether the American people like it or not.
I was always good at math and science, and I never realized that that was unusual or somehow undesirable.
Some comics really thrive on being disrespectful, especially toward women, and it’s somehow understood as edgy, but I’m the opposite. I’ve never liked curse words for that reason.
I take in a lot of stuff from real life, movies, television, news and it all gets mixed in my head and somehow turns into a story idea.
If I go to someplace like Switzerland, I find a lot of uptight people because they’re living amongst so much beauty; there’s no urgency in trying to find the beauty within themselves. If you’re stuck in New York, you have to somehow look within yourself – otherwise, you’d go crackers.
One of the great cosmic laws, I think, is that whatever we hold in our thought will come true in our experience. When we hold something, anything, in our thought, then somehow coincidence leads us in the direction that we’ve been wishing to lead ourselves.
I’m a huge fan of a lot of different genres of music, and I really felt like somehow I had been pigeonholed a little bit – maybe of my own doing – and in a way where I felt like I was sort of falsely defined. What my music was being called wasn’t really the music I was always listening to.
Somehow, people just like to look at me.
I played rugby for years, and I had a rugby jacket that I lost when I was 14. Somehow, my brother found it in storage 15 years later, and he gave it back to me for my 30th birthday. That was amazing and probably one of the best gifts I’ve ever received.
You know that thing when you’re not asleep but you’re not awake, and you can’t move your body? I had that kind of nightmare, and I felt like all my teeth were crumbling in my mouth. Now I have this fear of all my teeth being knocked out of my mouth somehow!
