Anzac Day, it seems, must now be done with bluster, hoopla and media hypnotism.
To put it bluntly, I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation. But I'm working on the foundation.
You know you do not understand yourself if everyone seems to understand you.
It seems to him there are a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.
My career seems to be a career of non-specific subjects which are all over the place.
The idea of reinvention has always seemed bizarre to me.
The Irish seem to have more fire about them than the Scots.
Everyone seemed to want a piece of Ronald Reagan. It was maddening.
When everything seems to be lacking integrity, you find it in yourself.
When ghetto living seems normal, you have no shame, no privacy.
There doesn't seem to be a lot of middle ground with me.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
Change yourself and your work will seem different.
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
The only reason my work seems to be eclectic up to a certain period is because I was a failure as an actor.
A 'good' family, it seems, is one that used to be better.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
I don't have the inclinations that other people seem to have as far as the business is concerned.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.
It seemed like my favourite kind of job - a wonderful chance to ask something absolutely fundamental: the fate of the Universe and whether the Universe was infinite or not.
