I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they came from.
Three centuries after the appearance of Franklin's 'Courant ' it no longer requires a dystopic imagination to wonder who will have the dubious distinction of publishing America's last genuine newspaper. Few believe that newspapers in their current printed form will survive.
Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye ear and imagination - everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
Personally I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.
The President has a wonderful sense of humor which is one of the reasons it is so much fun to work for him.
Academics tend to have wonderfully infantile senses of humor.
As a person he was wonderful. He really was a great person. He was full of life. He had a great sense of humor. Very talented of course but very caring to his parents. There was a very endearing quality about Elvis.
If golf wasn't enjoyable and there wasn't a lot of humor and enjoyment even though the game is so frustrating you would wonder why you put yourself through it.
I love Sell Out I think it's great. I love the jingles. The whole thing as an album is a wonderful piece of work. The cover. Everything about it. It's got humor great songs irony.
Humor is such a wonderful thing helping you realize what a fool you are but how beautiful that is at the same time.
Newspaper people once celebrated as founts of ribald humor and uncouth fun have of late lost all their gaiety and small wonder.
I tried to use words that were dealing with the emotional quality that any human being could recognize in the way that they felt about their country. It's to do with the world we live in. That world is a brutal one and full of war. It's also full of many wonderful things and love and hope.
Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.
My hope is that 10 years from now after I've been across the street at work for a while they'll all be glad they gave me that wonderful vote.
The only people who live in a post-black world are four people who live in a little white house on Pennsylvania Avenue. The idea that America is post-racial or post-black because a man I admire Barack Obama is president of the United States is a joke. And I hope no one will even wonder about this crazy fiction again.
The happy Union of these States is a wonder their Constitution a miracle their example the hope of Liberty throughout the world.
How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.
I live in literally the same home when I was swiping my first bank card and wondering if I'd have to put back the Charmin. We still don't have a dishwasher. My mom has done all these gardens so now my house looks like the garden shack in the middle of Versailles.
I like to feel the butterflies in the stomach I like to go home and have a restless night and wonder how I'm going to be able to accomplish this feat get jittery. That hunger and those butterflies in the stomach are very essential for all creative people.
I would drive home and see people wearing my No. 34 jersey and wonder why because I didn't feel worthy of that. And all the time I just knew people were staring at me talking about me everywhere I went.
The wonderful world of home appliances now makes it possible to cook indoors with charcoal and outdoors with gas.
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home wondering why the hell you went.
It's simple: You get a part. You play a part. You play it well. You do your work and you go home. And what is wonderful about movies is that once they're done they belong to the people. Once you make it it's what they see. That's where my head is at.
I think children learning to cook can be such a wonderful thing. It can help build confidence make them feel good about themselves. It helped me build my ego and even start to get acceptance at school. I'd bring things to class that I'd cooked at home.
To a poet the mere making of a poem can seem to solve the problem of truth but only a problem of art is solved in poetry.