It would seem that some black people want to say that when you, as a black, become successful, you cease to be black. That's ridiculous.
You might think that it would he the natural desire of every man to develop as an independent personality, but this does not seem to be true.
I'm somebody who seems to stumble into things 10 or 20 years before the rest of the world does.
It seems the EPA has worked hard to devise new regulations that are designed to eliminate coal mining, coal burning, usage of coal.
When I read the Upanishads, which are part of Vedanta, I found a profundity of worldview that made my Christianity seem like third grade.
If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself.
Today, with the way things are in all circles, in soccer, in society, in politics, where it seems anything goes, a gesture of honesty goes down well.
Some guy refuses to fight and we call that the sin, but he's standing up for what he believes in and that seems pretty damned American to me.
It seems to me monstrous that anyone should believe that the jazz rhythm expresses America. Jazz rhythm expresses the primitive savage.
We are never out of clue; We are well-informed that the world is a cruel place yet we seem so surprised when new skirmish happens.
There seem to be many causes of depression. One cause is profound loss, grief. Economic hardship we know is linked to depression. We don't have a full picture.
There's a lot of interviews now where nobody seems to talk about anything. Like it's illegal. But it can be fun if you stay involved. Like most conversations.
These same people seem to forget that mother also took a lot of chances with the type of roles she played.
Somebody must show that the Afro-American race is more sinned against than sinning, and it seems to have fallen upon me to do so.
Any film I see at two o'clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing.
It seems there is no area in our culture that is not touched, changed, even swallowed by the Internet. It's both medium and message, mass and personal, social and solitary.
I am disgusted and worn out with the system that seems to prevail.
It seems, though, that historically we have now reached a position in which Jews cannot legitimately be understood always and only as presumptive victims.
Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.
I just can't seem to make myself care about what I look like when I am working out.
Amsterdam has more than 150 canals and 1,250 bridges, but it never seems crowded, nor bent and bitter from fleecing the tourist.
