I think HBO seems to have an extraordinary clever knack of catching the pulse of its audience. It really, really knows its audience.
If you stand with the Customs and Border Protection officers who staff the passport booths at Dulles airport near the nation's capital, their task seems daunting.
It seems that in Baltimore, one of the most violent cities in America, jurors are far more reluctant to convict criminal defendants than in the suburban enclaves that ring the city.
I think my mistakes were kind of common - leaning on cliches and adjectives in the place of clear, vivid writing. But at least I knew how to spell, which seems to be a rarity these days.
There certainly does seem a possibility that the detective story will come to an end, simply because the public will have learnt all the tricks.
Essays just aren't my thing: no matter how hard I tried, it seemed I was always a bit average.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned, it seems, to direct the Middle East policy of the Obama administration.
I looked around one stage school when I was maybe nine. It just scared the bejesus out of me. I was incredibly open, and the girls seemed fierce and determined.
The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.
From my undergraduate days, I've always been interested in the major philosophical questions that don't seem to have an answer that everyone agrees on.
When people show me clothing that seems very, very feminine, it's hard for me to embrace that, because it just doesn't feel like me.
Our whole social environment seems to us to be filled with forces which really exist only in our own minds.
Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat passed, and the laughter yet to come.
The Mississippi coast is not like south Florida, but it always seems warm enough for sandals and short-sleeved shirts, except for now and then.
When things aren't working out for people, the end of the world seems like an easy way to wipe the slate clean.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
I really didn't want to have my name on the center, because it just seemed like it was too much of a personal thing.
Many of us seem to live our lives looking for happiness. That is not always a bad thing, but it can be if we continually believe that happiness is someplace else and not in the present.
When something seems wrong in your life, the only way to have resolution with it is to let it go. Trying to make it right keeps it wrong.
U2 is sort of song writing by accident really. We don't really know what we're doing and when we do, it doesn't seem to help.
I guess what's most surprised me in most of the reviews is that they don't seem to get the noir story in the dream sequence, so they analyze it like a straight noir movie.
