Quotes About Questioning

I get asked a lot about getting into politics. I say, 'Take a look at politics. You tell me what seems appealing about that.'

It is reasonable to ask whether this book is necessary. Over its seventy-five years of existence, the Study of Adult Development has so far produced 9 books and 150 articles, including quite a number of my own (see Appendix F). Why

At first he didn't want to tell us, and then Jim asked him if he was left- or right-handed. The bodyguard asked why and Jim told him that he would break the other arm first, because he wasn't a complete bastard.

Why? Is the sight of my legs disturbing you, Derek?

When one of the security people asked if Rogan had threatened Forsberg, the Scourge of Mexico looked at him for a moment and condescended to explain that he hadn't threatened anyone. He had been moving thru the hallways with a purpose because he had someplace to be and if they had a problem identifying the difference between that and him actually threatening someone, he would be happy to demonstrate. They decided not to question him further after that.

What in the bloody hell are you?" "Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.

I couldn't see Jim's face from all the way up here, but I recognized his pose well enough. It was his "what the hell is this bullshit?" pose.

I am a polite, nonthreatening kind of dragon with excellent manners. Horns are hidden, tail is tucked away, fangs covered. I would never do anything cruel, like stab a man with a knife about ten times to get him to answer a question. Somehow

What was wrong with my life and how did I get to this place?

She looked at Mad Rogan. What did you do? Mad Rogan opened his mouth. She turned to me. What did he do? He got hit by a car, I said. The woman turned to me. What kind of car was it? An armored Escalade, I said. Well, at least it was a nice car. She turned to Mad Rogan. Who would want to ruin their nice car by hitting you with it?

You ask the Consort. The Consort knows everything." "Oh," Hakeem said. Keelan pivoted to me. "Consort, please tell us what this is." "I have no idea.

Le reste ondoie, s'effrange en silence, interroge dedans, dehors dans l'espace de la nuit, dan l'espace de l'âme : est-ce la mort ?

Had he wanted to get her out of the apartment that night for some reason?

Doubts can lead to deeper faith by forcing us to look more closely at what we believe. And why.

We did really love each other . . . didn't we? Didn't we? In the name of that reality — M.

Who is one's first love? Who indeed.

My God, that bloody casket has fallen on the floor! Some people were hammering in the next flat and it fell off its bracket. The lid has come off and whatever was inside it has certainly got out. Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder?

Sometimes he would have liked to pray, but what is prayer if there is nobody there?

Then she thought, is this really all I have to look forward to, is this what I have to comfort myself with?

What is God anyway? A dark place —

Why did I ever leave them, what was I fleeing from? What spoilt scene that I could not then endure?

What a bore for you," I said, and I smiled to myself. Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.

Are you asking me or telling me?

Kev shuddered. This was crazy, but there it was; his name, spelt by an insect... — Boab? Is that really you? Fuckin hell! Eh, buzz twice fir aye, once fir naw. Two buzzes. — Did eh, what's his name, did God dae this? Two buzzes. — Whit the fuck ur ye gaunny dae? Frantic buzzing. — Sorry Boab... kin ah git ye anything? Scran, likesay?