I was saying earlier that it's really strange - you can almost step outside yourself and observe yourself running, and that's what I was doing.
It might seem strange to start a book with av ending. But all endings are also beginnings. We just dont know it at the time
I've always been excited by the strangeness of ballet, but I can't bear it when people just come forward and do a turn in the air for no reason.
I'm pretty convinced there's a chemical reality to who I am, regarding my brain, that makes me kind of a strange guy.
I like the fact that kids are willing to be imaginative and go along with me when I'm telling strange tales.
Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.
It's a very sweet and often problematic situation where people feel like they know me and they're concerned for me. It creates these strange little intimate moments.
Is it not strange that while we have an opportunity to choose Positive over Negative, Joy over Sorrow, we often choose the latter? -RVM
Is it not strange that while we have an opportunity to choose Positive over Negative, Joy over Sorrow, we often choose the latter?
To me, NASA is kind of the magical kingdom. I was sort of a geek, and you go there, and there are just these wondrously strange things and people.
I have a strange habit of walking down streets and staring up, rather than looking at shopfronts and stuff like that.
I try so hard not to think that I am a stranger in a strange land. But I know that I stand out.
I don't want a perfect character, I want a character who has, as strange as it sounds, some humanity, some flaws, some needs.
Initially with The Butcher Boy, there was this kid growing up in this strange, weird environment that I remember from when I was a kid. And Patrick's vision was so complete there.
Within these strangely specific conditions, everything is perfect. We are perfect.
People are crazy and times are strange, I'm locked in tight I'm out of range, I use to care but things have changed.
People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed
That's the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can't share it.
My greatest challenge has been to change the mindset of people. Mindsets play strange tricks on us. We see things the way our minds have instructed our eyes to see.
A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?
I think there's an essential problem in movies and TV that I think a lot of people experience now: Audiences are way more interested in the actors than the characters that they're playing. It's a strange thing.
