One of the things that became clear, and which was actually rather disturbing, was the fact that there was a view which was being expressed by people whose scientific credentials you can't question.
There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
The United Nations, whose membership comprises almost all the states in the world, is founded on the principle of the equal worth of every human being.
You matter, Mama repeated. Not because of whose son you are. Because of who you are. You're as important as every other human being that ever was or ever will be. Everyone matters.
Well, it really describes what it feels like to be a normal person whose boss and friend suddenly runs for the president, and then becomes the president.
No production of high ideological and artistic value can evolve out of a creative group whose members are not united ideologically and in which discipline and order have not been established.
To the socialist no nation is free whose national existence is based upon the enslavement of another people, for to him colonial peoples, too, are peoples, and, as such, parts of the national state.
Yeah, I do feel badly sometimes, not for whose coming up and getting roles I'm not right for anymore but the people I compete with, who range from Uma Thurman on up.
Do we care about these people that are HIV-positive whose lives have been ruined? Those are the people I'm the most concerned about. Every night I think about this.
A casting director who'd cast me in 'Assassins' sent a video to Kevin Reynolds, the director, and Mel Gibson, whose company is producing '187.' Then I went in and auditioned, and a few hours later, they called me.
Where are they, the American fiction writers whose works are interested in the question “What do these people have to do with us?” and “What are we doing out there in the world?
I don't like that, because there are a lot of people whose works I admire as actors or actresses, or musicians. And you know, I've been a big fan of different musicians or actors.
The whole world may tell you how beautiful you are but there is that one person whose compliment will make you feel like a million bucks!
We are all brothers, and yet I live by receiving a salary for arraigning, judging and punishing a thief or a prostitute, whose existence is conditioned by the whole consumption of my life.
Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their letter to the editor.
You know you may feel very sad like a child whose toy is broken; but then you know sun rises, life continues and you start laughing again!
Military operations cannot be tidy or free of friction - particularly in a coalition whose contributing nations see the campaign through national prisms.
I went to Marymount College in New York City with a lot of kids whose parents paid their way, and I wouldn't even have thought of asking my parents - they couldn't afford it, not with six kids!
People like me, whose income largely comes from dividends, should pay more taxes. The problem is that taxes aren't used efficiently.
Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose flame will last longer?
