The difference between science and the fuzzy subjects is that science requires reasoning while those other subjects merely require scholarship.

We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like.

Inanimate objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories those that don't work those that break down and those that get lost.

I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

If I could be more vague I'd write more about people in my life but I hate hurting feelings or making people feel uncomfortable. I've done that before. Unless they're sad songs. Those get finished fast but the mean ones often end up at the back of the bottom drawer and it's probably for the best.

I used to sit near Marilyn Monroe in the Actor's Studio. She'd get dressed up because that was her identity. Sad. Those cameras wouldn't leave her alone. She didn't know where to hide.

It's sad - it's sad for us old enough to remember when directors ruled and films were substantially better than they are today. But it's hard to argue with those kinds of grosses.

I know that some endeavor to throw the mantle of romance over the subject and treat woman like some ideal existence not liable to the ills of life. Let those deal in fancy who have nothing better to deal in we have to do with sober sad realities with stubborn facts.

I know for works for me - those wonderful sad love songs.

I look at my people and I look at those who control them - the political elite. And the sad thing is that the elites are just not interested in the welfare of the people.

I think a lot of people think that my parents' deaths is why I write such sad songs but that's not true. Those songs may just be the woman I am.

When I look back at those pictures of my mother performing - and listen to her recordings - it makes me sad to think that all of that joy she found in her work came to an end. I wish she hadn't had to make that sacrifice even if it was for the benefit of my father and siblings and me.

I was in a bar and I said to a friend 'You know we've become those 40-year-old guys we used to look at and say 'Isn't it sad?'

Dwight is a sad clown. You've seen those paintings of sad clown.

It is a historical error for those who were not there to just refer to August 28th as 'I Have a Dream' speech day. That is a real disservice to those who were there. It was a sad day. It was not a celebration environment.

If I get the forty additional years statisticians say are likely coming to me I could fit in at least one maybe two new lifetimes. Sad that only one of those lifetimes can include being the mother of young children.

The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.

Everything's complicated even those things that seem flat in their bleakness or sadness.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

We look before and after And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

I think one of the downsides of the sort of obsession with romantic love and personal fulfillment is that the plain fact of the matter is that those feelings don't last for ever and so they better be replaced and reinforced by things that do.

I get some of my ideas from watching my three daughters but most of them come from my own memories of growing up. I can remember how romantic I was not just about love but romance in the classic sense - the romantic ideals: of honor and truth of loyalty sacrifice and fairness. Those were the elements that made a story satisfying to me.

Truthfully I almost avoided 'While You Were Sleeping ' because I find those romantic comedies kind of precious and they're full of lines that leave you feeling a little bewildered when you say them.