I claim that all those who think they can cherry-pick science simply don’t understand how science works. That’s what I claim. And if they did, they’d be less prone to just assert that somehow scientists are clueless.
I’ve had cats all my life and obviously loved them, but the litter box, and the having to always get a house sitter, they’re just too – they’re too rigid. Cats are too needy somehow.
By their own admission, leaders of the Republican Revolution of 1994 think their greatest mistake was overlooking the power of the veto. They gave the impression they were somehow in charge when they weren’t.
Here we are, we’re alone in the universe, there’s no God, it just seems that it all began by something as simple as sunlight striking on a piece of rock. And here we are. We’ve only got ourselves. Somehow, we’ve just got to make a go of it. We’ve only ourselves.
I guess I just always imagined that I was going to die, like, somehow on top. I was going to, like, go out in some sort of blaze of glory. I never thought about sort of fading into obscurity. And I’ve worked so hard at having a life, an identity, in obscurity and finding peace with that.
Certainly for some time, people used to think of my solo career as somehow a side project to Porcupine Tree. No. If anything, the opposite would now have to be the case.
Some of those more out-there jokes were written in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, they remained funny the next day.
I became interested in folk music because I had to make it somehow.
America somehow thinks that leadership relates to governance, and it certainly does. But society is much bigger than governance, and some of the truly great leadership of our society is outside the governance arena.
Somehow, when the authoritarians on the Right search for icons of manly warrior power to venerate, they find only those who like to melodramatically play-act as such, but who ran away when it came time to actually perform.
‘Stupidity’ defines the mental state wherein we acknowledge that we’ve never been smarter as individuals and yet somehow we’ve never felt stupider. We now collectively inhabit a state of stupidity.
My parents were married for sixty-five years, and I was married for about ten minutes, my first year at Yale Drama School. Something, somehow, didn’t get passed on to my generation.
There are so many ridiculous arguments that MMA is somehow anti-woman.
I treat politics kind of like my religion. It’s something I believe in, but I don’t want to have to make a living at it, because if you make a living at it, you somehow become dishonest.
It’s so hard to look at someone doing a triple cork when you’re 7 years old, and them saying, ‘I want to go do that.’ It’s not really relatable at all. So, if I can somehow make it so kids want to get into snowboarding, that’s special.
In the second installment, I pretty much dominate the show. Somehow or another, though, I manage to apparently dominate the first show pretty well with just my voice and my hands and a shot of my boots kicking cartridges out of the way.
I had such a tie with my eyes and my hands. I could look at a telephone pole 40 yards away, take out a 7-iron, and hit it 10 times in a row. I had something special. And somehow, I really understood the game, all without having a lot of guidance.
There is still an element of the BBC that feels it is somehow wrong, or it will be open to criticism, if it makes more money.
Now, we put out a lot of carbon dioxide every year, over 26 billion tons. For each American, it’s about 20 tons. For people in poor countries, it’s less than one ton. It’s an average of about five tons for everyone on the planet. And, somehow, we have to make changes that will bring that down to zero.
I became very interested in the Islamic question, and thought I would try to understand it from the roots, ask very simple questions and somehow make a narrative of that discovery.
I’d say that if you had a strained relationship with your mom, for whatever reason, the best thing to do is be open with each other, talk it over, try and work it out somehow as opposed to just putting a wall up and pushing them away.
I started writing poetry in high school because I wanted desperately to write, but somehow, writing stories didn’t appeal to me, and I loved the flow and the feel and sense of poetry, especially that of what one might call formal verse.
My father loved biographies. He loved the true tales of interesting people that were shaping our culture. I get why he dug ‘Vanity Fair.’ You feel smarter, somehow, for reading it.
In the best material, you always should be able to somehow make a case for a story to be transposed to any other time.
In all the things I’ve gone through as a politician, I have seen that in this system it is really very difficult to make any headway without being somehow tainted. And let me say, ‘Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.’
I usually have a hard time with the fit of off-the-rack suits, thanks to my athletic proportions, but somehow Burberry always fits me perfectly. There’s no tailoring really required, which is rare for me.
One of the things we tell ourselves as African-Americans is if we work hard, play by the rules, we do start back a little ways, but if we can be twice as good, somehow we can escape history and heritage and legacy.
People ask me what I’m writing. They think I’m Sandra Tsing Loh. Or they ask about stand-up. ‘No, that’s Margaret Cho.’ I really think there is this kind of glomming, that they think we are somehow all the same person.
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That’s the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.
‘Defenders’ seems to have a really gritty, hard, uncomplicated vibe about it. Somehow, we made everything sound stronger and more precise than on ‘Screaming Vengeance’ through Tom Allom’s amazing mixing skills.
Entertainment came out of this thing called a television, and it was gray. Most of the films that we saw at the cinema were black and white. It was a gray world. And music somehow was in color.
My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.
I think that we all have within us the potential for almost anything. If we play close attention to our lives, then we can get at it somehow.
I definitely am afraid of the dark. Somehow, in my mind I can always come up with some horrific stuff to worry about.
I didn’t think, ‘I’d really like to work in TV; maybe I could carve out a niche where I talk to people who are somehow involved in marginal or difficult lifestyles… ‘ It was something I gravitated to very naturally as a subject area, almost instinctively, and somehow turned into a TV career without meaning to.
Kids who have no money are still figuring out a way – somehow – to dress nicely.
I just write characters, and somehow they happen to be a boy and a girl. When the story is put together, and their characters interwoven, they do end up together somehow.
The idea that you can somehow erase the Internet is silly.
Hunter and I never got proper journalistic accreditation to go anywhere. Nobody was giving us passes to go in here or there. We always had to somehow talk our way in.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if the first book had not sold… doesn’t bear thinking about, but I suppose we’d have made it work somehow.
I can’t say that the ending of a story is always the best part of the story, and yet there’s sort of this implicit idea that the finale is somehow supposed to be the mind-blowing best episode of a show. The question is: Why is that? Why do people make that assumption?
Each book I’ve done somehow finds its own unique form, a specific way it has to be written, and once I find it, I stick with it.
I was so happy that it filmed in New York not only because it’s an amazing city, but also because a lot of people across the world somehow started to think about New York as a dangerous place to be and envisioned it as some war zone after that happened.
Heaven have mercy on us all – Presbyterians and Pagans alike – for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.
I always admired Stanley Kubrick for the fact that he managed to beat the system somehow. I think he kind of had it all figured out.
I looked back on the roaring Twenties, with its jazz, ‘Great Gatsby’ and the pre-Code films as a party I had somehow managed to miss.
Growing up, I fantasized about being a rock musician and that somehow it would be really easy. I didn’t realize that it’s so much work.
I’ve always felt that I would rather see an actor, writer, or musician’s work, rather than actually know the person. If you know too much about an artist, it somehow lessens their ability to do their work as well.
I thought that somehow your life would be much different when you’re famous… and it’s not. You just buy more stuff.
In ’48 when I left Metro, I tried to go back to radio, but somehow just didn’t do well at it.
The House of Representatives eliminated the filibuster way back in the 19th century, and somehow it managed to survive.
I’m not a fan of simulations. Where, ‘Oh, we’ll go play a simulation of world peace and figure out how to make peace’ and then somehow magically that will get translated into the real world. No, that’s not the kind of games that I make.
