I just wish Mary Elizabeth would ask me questions other than “What's up?
Faith never stays put. It's always challenging always questioning. That's what makes it real.
Artemis felt like he was six again and caught hacking the school computers trying to make the test questions harder
You of the North in general take love too soberly and seriously. You talk of duties where there should be only a question of pleasure.
I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
Honestly, the only question most Americans ask about a new building at this point is basically: Is it a soul-sucking eyesore of cheap-ass despair? It's not? Whew.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
I was raised with the notion that it was OK to ask questions, and it was OK to say, I'm not sure. I believe, but I'm not quite so certain about the resurrection.
I always knew I was going to grow up to be a storyteller; that's one of the earliest things I remember about myself. There was never a question of me not writing.
If 30 Australians drowned in Sydney Harbour, it would be a national tragedy. But when 30 or more refugees drown off the Australian coast, it is a political question.
'Eclipse' is overlong and overly self-conscious, but it isn't a fake or a zero; it just gets exhausting. It raises a crucial question: 'When does Concept morph into Gimmick?'
What kind of lifehave you lived, little one, that everything seems to be a question of fair and unfair? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.
Hillary Clinton has spent her entire career looking bug-eyed with incredulity when an interviewer asks her whatever question she most expects at that moment.
It's really hard to talk about writing, and I'm usually conscious if I'm misleading people or misleading the questioner, because the problem with writing is the next line.
On the Northern Ireland question, for instance, the British and Irish governments prohibit media contact with members of the IRA, but we have always gone ahead, believing in the right to information.
Besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? The answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.
Where are they, the American fiction writers whose works are interested in the question “What do these people have to do with us?” and “What are we doing out there in the world?
Many of you might already recognize me as the guy in the question-mark suits appearing in the late night TV commercials and on the cover of educational books and CDs.
You know, I really wish now I'd had the nerve to become an actor. Because I'd have been Robert Redford, no question.
My talent isn't so much in traditional research as in finding really smart people and badgering them with questions.
I just think the word interview, although it is the view between two people exchanged, became a sort of cliche. You ask questions and the other one answers.
