It’s always strange to play a sex object; it’s never a natural kind of feeling.
When you’re on stage you have a very strange knowledge of what the audience is. It isn’t exactly a sound – it’s a hum, like the streets.
People say to me, Would you like to swap your life with me for 24 hours? Your life must be very strange. But of course I have not experienced any other life. It’s not strange to me.
It’s very strange that the people you love are often the people you’re most cruel to.
Initially with The Butcher Boy, there was this kid growing up in this strange, weird environment that I remember from when I was a kid. And Patrick’s vision was so complete there.
People think it’s strange how briskly I move through museums. Sure, I could stand in front of each piece and stare at it for a good long time. But that’s not me.
It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
I got a pair of red, synthetic satin women’s pants through the post the other day with a phone number on. That was quite strange. I haven’t tried the phone number. In times of stress I may.
Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
It is a little bit strange from when you share a dressing room with someone, you play with them and then all of a sudden they are your manager but you used to have conversations with them that stay in dressing rooms and now you can’t really have those conversations!
Though lust do masque in ne’er so strange disguise she’s oft found witty, but is never wise.
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
Honorary degrees and lifetime achievement awards are very encouraging. I know that it might sound strange that a writer who has published many books still needs encouragement, but this is true.
I don’t want a perfect character, I want a character who has, as strange as it sounds, some humanity, some flaws, some needs.
The New York Quarterly is an amazing, intelligent, crazy, creative, strange, and indispensable magazine.
Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I’m at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.
It’s always a bit strange when you join a show in the second season.
I think that half of us feel fraudulent in our lives anyway. There’s that strange disconnect of not really knowing what we’re doing sometimes, or why it matters. It’s our existential crisis.
The moment one accosts a stranger or is accosted by him is above all in this life the moment of drama… Whoever we meet watches us intently at the quick, strange moment of meeting, to see whether we are disposed to be friendly.
If we were living in ancient Rome or Greece, I would be considered sickly and unattractive. The times dictate that thin is better for some strange reason, which I think is foolish.
This is funny because I just had a job over the summer for VH1, a project I did called Strange Frequency where I got to play a Goth rock band singer.
I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.
The amount of speculation surrounding my romantic life is astounding. It’s strange how involved people get: invested and angry, really disappointed.
Working with Chaplin was very amusing and strange. His films are so funny, but working with him, I found him to be a very serious man. Whereas the films of Hitchcock are macabre, he could be a very funny man to work with, always telling jokes and holding court. Of course, when I worked with Charlie he was getting older.
My career has been very strange. My career is like a heart monitor. I get involved in a good project now and then to keep things going. And then I make things that I work on that I hope are going to be good so I can make a living and keep a roof over the heads of those little monsters I have in my house.
At school, I could talk about what other kids were talking about. Maybe I wouldn’t seem so strange if I connected with them on the level they were used to.
Music knits people together in some strange way. Same thing with food.
Facts sometimes have a strange and bizarre power that makes their inherent truth seem unbelievable.
Living abroad has heightened my interest in how foreigners regard the strange places we encounter.
‘The Man Who Never Was,’ by Ewen Montagu, remains the best book about wartime espionage written by an active participant – incomplete, and dry in parts, it nonetheless summons up the ingenuity and sheer eccentricity of those who played this strange and dangerous game.
I certainly have opportunities many can only dream of – but in most ways I’m a typical girl in her 20s trying to forge a career and represent herself in what can sometimes seem rather strange circumstances. One of the most attractive has been the chance to publish ‘Celebrate.’
I guess Species was a movie made for me and hence I bagged the role. In fact even when acting, I never thought the outcome would be so good which I think it was! The entire role was a challenge. I was to be this strange yet sexy thing which was challenging!
Writing is such a strange, utterly mysterious process. First, there was nothing; then, suddenly, there was something. I don’t know where thoughts are born. Where the hell does it come from? I don’t know. I really don’t know.
Fame is really strange. One day you’re not famous, and then the next day you are, and the odd thing is that you know intellectually that nothing in the world is different. What mattered to you yesterday are the same things that matter today, and the rules all still apply – yet everyone looks at you differently.
I get a lot of disbelief that my accent could actually be real, which seems strange.
I like wearing beautiful clothes, but that does not translate into my work. People don’t like to see me as a glam doll in my movies. My audience and the media love me with two different perceptions. It’s a strange, crazy situation.
Working with Woody Allen is like filming Howard Hughes’s will. It’s a very mysterious and strange event. You never get a peek at the whole will.
How strange when an illusion dies. It’s as though you’ve lost a child.
Rather than numbing or drowning out the difficult-to-describe but urgently sensed feelings that are part of being human, poetry invites us to tease them out, to draw them into language that is rooted in intricate thought and strange impulse.
Human beings are born solitary, but everywhere they are in chains – daisy chains – of interactivity. Social actions are makeshift forms, often courageous, sometimes ridiculous, always strange. And in a way, every social action is a negotiation, a compromise between ‘his,’ ‘her’ or ‘their’ wish and yours.
I find it strange that our children, teenagers are kept captive listening in classrooms. Earlier education was for career and livelihood. Now, it has to rise to solve the crisis facing the earth and nations have to pay attention to the education of children to save this planet.
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 have a strange relationship with time. I’m not aware of it passing.
It’s strange to look back over a full season. Our characters have accrued all these memories, but so have we, the actors. And sometimes the character memories and the actor memories bleed into each other.
It might sound strange now from where I’m standing as a world boxing champion, but I harboured serious thoughts, at the age of nine, of putting my whole life into snooker. I remember being fascinated by the game, watching the likes of Steve Davis, and thought I would do it.
Politics makes strange bedfellows.
For me, I’ve never talked about my private life. It’s always been about Black Sabbath. It’s strange to open up and talk about me as a young lad, my relationships, marriages and what not.
I always like things that shrink the world for me, that make me feel a strange connection, not just to the person that I’m listening to but to the world.
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?
I think we in the Alpha Band, which was a strange group anyway, weren’t dealing with any of these issues. They sneaked up on us and took us over, before we know what was going on.
It is strange that modesty is the rule for women when what they most value in men is boldness.
