Bollywood is a strange world.
I see the world through my eyes. It's sometimes a strange world.
Jeffrey Beaumont: It's a strange world.
It's a strange world. Let's keep it that way.
Well, my deliberate opinion is - it's a jolly strange world.
It's a strange world, as David Lynch would say.
What a strange world this would be if we all had the same sense of humor.
It's almost as if each instant is our last and first. We are always dying, and always reborn. And that is living.
All worlds of fiction are alternative realities.
I felt a little guilty about jangling the poor bugger's brains with that evil fantasy. But what the hell? Anybody who wanders around the world saying, "Hell yes, I'm from Texas," deserves whatever happens to him.
The world follows its own course. Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path. So it is with your mother, and so it is with your starling. As it is with everyone. The world follows its own course.
This maybe the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it—that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anyb...
Because the world has gone nutty and art always paints the spirit of its times
The slickest way in the world to lie is to tell the right amount of truth at the right time-and then shut up.
People say I make strange choices, but they're not strange for me. My sickness is that I'm fascinated by human behavior, by what's underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.
L.A. is a bit strange. It doesn't seem like the real world.
Many of the best fantastic stories begin in a leisurely way, set in commonplace surroundings, with exact, meticulous descriptions of an ordinary background, much as in a 'realistic' tale. Then a gradual - or it may be sometimes a shockingly abrupt - ...
To be matter-of-fact about the world is to blunder into fantasy - and dull fantasy at that, as the real world is strange and wonderful.
There are people in this world, whose lives are nothing but a burden to them. A black veil stands between them and the world. They are utterly alone. They are like shadows in the night, shut off from joy and all gentle human emotions, unable to even ...
Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that which we do not see. Our eyes of flesh see only night.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
