Robert Kennedy was such an inspiring figure. His interest in politics seemed to come not from a desire for power but from a need to help our society live up to its ideals.

I was excited by what my painter friends were doing and they seemed to be interested in our poetry too and that was a wonderful little fizzy sort of world.

But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.

Self-Realization Fellowship seemed like training. It was the training ground for finding a sense of peace in myself. Because that's my job. It's no one else's.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms I move through them yet in metaphysical ones they seem to move through me.

I was irrevocably betrothed to laughter the sound of which has always seemed to me the most civilised music in the world.

When she had passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

I came into music just because I wanted the bread. It's true. I looked around and this seemed like the only way I was going to get the kind of bread I wanted.

Kubrick's vision seemed to be that humans are doomed whereas Clarke's is that humans are moving on to a better stage of evolution.

I loved the movies and I wanted to be like Marilyn Monroe. I thought she was so glamorous and everyone seemed to love her. I wanted to be like that and I told everyone I would be the next Marilyn Monroe.

Among the New Hollanders whom we were thus engaged with there was one who by his appearance and carriage as well in the morning as this afternoon seemed to be the chief of them and a kind of prince or captain among them.

As soon as I began it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning and I cannot help it.

It was morning through the high window I saw the pure bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy as if it had special plans and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

This morning I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel and while I was using it it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

My brother Trevor is theatrically trained. I used to watch him when I was younger and I was in love with it. It just seemed really fun to be someone else. So I begged my mom she was hesitant but she eventually allowed me. And it turned out well I guess.

I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.

I decided very early on just to accept life unconditionally I never expected it to do anything special for me yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.

I looked at longevity in show business when I was about 13 and the people who seemed to have longevity were the ones who'd spent quite a bit of time learning about what they were doing before they made it.

When I started learning the cello I fell in love with the instrument because it seemed like a voice - my voice.

As I was coming up it always seemed like I was learning. If it wasn't from school it was the 'hood. The influences of the 'hood are very powerful.

I mean Emily Harris was his wife. And she seemed to resent his leadership but on the other hand she felt like a good soldier that he had to be the leader.

Given political history in Chile it seemed to me that there was a critical task of consolidating a democracy and creating healthy civic-military and political-military relationships.

War had always seemed to me to be a purely human behavior. Accounts of warlike behavior date back to the very first written records of human history it seemed to be an almost universal characteristic of human groups.