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Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.
I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Sometimes in the dark of night I begin to think. And I wonder if Lee started all this violence.
Something is wrong with America. I wonder sometimes what people are thinking about or if they're thinking at all.
I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
Sometimes I wonder if we shall ever grow up in our politics and say definite things which mean something, or whether we shall always go on using generalities to which everyone can subscribe, and which mean very little.
Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye, ear and imagination - everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches.
Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.
I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.
I wonder sometimes if manufacturers of foolproof items keep a fool or two on their payroll to test things.
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
The Media is ruled by Satan. But yet I wonder if many Christians fully understand that.
I wonder why it is, that young men are always cautioned against bad girls. Anyone can handle a bad girl. It's the good girls men should be warned against.
What I wonder is what would happen in California, say, if all the Mexicans left from one day to the next?
I wonder how often in the past I may have missed the good in people because I pre-judged, based on the differences?
The thing I wonder about is where does Brian's creative spark come from? Not his subjects or anything, but his spark. What makes it so great for me is that I really don't know. There's a mystery behind Brian, even to me.
But somehow I feel like still it's a gift, and I wonder, how can I give this gift to others? Just work hard, and do whatever I can do, to be that, and to return the love to the fans. I like to give them joy and smiles to them. Give back to them.
At Motel 6 in Amish Country I wonder if they leave the light on for you?
I wonder if those people shown protesting the deployment of nuclear weapons to western Europe during the Reagan era are feeling appropriately stupid today. 'Please don't take away our precious Soviet Union! - We demand the annihilation of all life on Earth!'
Today 23 years ago dear Grandmama died. I wonder what she would have thought of a Labour Government.
King George V
If you have stage fright, it never goes away. But then I wonder: is the key to that magical performance because of the fear?
I wonder why I keep playing such intelligent people?
As a singer, I might have fallen among thieves. I wonder if I'd still be alive by now.
I wonder if I ever thought of an ideal reader... I guess when I was in my 20s and in New York and maybe even in my early 30s, I would write for my wife Janice... mainly for my poet friends and my wife, who was very smart about poetry.
I wonder if most people ever ask themselves why love is connected with reproduction. And if they do ask themselves about this, I wonder what answer they give.
Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame.
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