A lot of my friends who grew up in Manhattan have a strange phobia about Brooklyn. It's big and scary and they get lost.
What is also strange to me is that public libraries have always been in the forefront of opposing censorship.
I had a blast, but I still wonder sometimes why they saw me as the perfect guy for this strange character.
It's certainly strange to do sketch comedy with cue cards at midnight in a skyscraper as opposed to in a basement with your friends.
If the experience of science teaches anything, it's that the world is very strange and surprising. The many revolutions in science have certainly shown that.
We take people to the threshold of religion. Our aim is to induce immediate experience that is beyond the odd, beyond the strange, and beyond the weird. It verges on the wholly other.
I think I've learnt that there is no character so strange that you haven't shared their experience in some small way.
Despite the absurdity and the silliness and the triviality of the entire campaign experience, there is also something, as non-cynical as this sounds, kind of uplifting and strange about watching democracy unfold.
I was always getting run-down from jet lag and being in strange towns where I didn't speak the language or know what the food was like.
I grew up in a rural area, I was from kind of a poor family and my parents weren't showbiz people. But going back was strange, and perhaps stranger for the other students.
Our family was too strange and weird for even Santa Claus to come visit... Santa, who was jolly - but, let's face it, he was also very judgmental.
Well as I said in France I didn't get auditions, and it's very difficult to get an agent in France because they conduct the business in a strange way.
As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
It's strange; when I was younger and people would ask, 'Where are you from?', I'd say, 'West Africa', which was odd because I'm obviously not African, but it was my home.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Animals of all classes, old and young, shrink with instinctive fear from any strange object approaching them.
It is strange. I see all the privileges and greatness of the future. It already looks grand, beautiful. Tell them I went lovingly, trustfully, peacefully.
When you're on stage you have a very strange knowledge of what the audience is. It isn't exactly a sound - it's a hum, like the streets.
It's strange that the newspapers don't see a connection between their false revelations about my private life and my need for seclusion and security.
Sometimes I write stuff that strangely predicts what's going to happen in my life.
How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.
