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Are you kin to the Gallaghers or the Brennans? Jill asked. Hell, no! If I was, I'd shoot myself in the head with this gun.

You want me to book flights for this afternoon?" Kim asked.

What's in your backpack, Bess?" Nancy Drew asked

WHICH way is Melborne?

Another time? Why another time? Will another time make a difference, Aryeh?

Can you understand what it means for something to be incomplete? my mother had once asked me. I understood, I understood.

You'll have to ask Bill that, Sookie. And this is the only reason we're going? You're not cleverly using this as an excuse to make out with me? I'm not that clever, Eric. I think you deceive yourself, Sookie, Eric said with a brilliant smile.

what are you? he asked. I'm a waitress.

Was that justice?" she said. She sounded as though she honestly wanted to know.

Then my great-grandfather was gone before I could ask him which vampire he meant.

Did Lou have Luke—isn't that your little boy's name?—here in the Shakespeare hospital?

Are you hurt?" asked Sergeant Burns, with reluctant professional solicitude.

Would that detective be Arthur Smith?" Mother asked. I heard the permafrost under her words.

We have to ask ourselves, is it really right that the E.U. should just continue to expand, conferring upon all new member states all the rights of membership?

If you want to decide the question of migration without asking your citizens against the will of the people, you are fighting a losing battle.

Hygiene is going to be a key consumer question post-COVID. Our sanitized stay offerings and commitment towards ensuring minimal contact-based check-in is an important step.

we ask: Why suicide? We search for reasons, causes, and so on.... We follow the course of the life he has now so suddenly terminated as far back as we can. For days we are preoccupied with the question: Why suicide? We recollect details. And yet we must say that everything in the suicide's life- for now we know that all his life he was a suicide, led a suicide's existence- is part of the cause, the reason, for his suicide.

The question is not: Can I write about Wittgenstein. The question is: Can I be Wittgenstein for one moment without destroying either Wittgenstein or myself… Wittgenstein is a summons to which I cannot respond... Thus, I do not write about Wittgenstein not because I can't write about him, but rather because I cannot answer him.

The issue is whether the orders are morally acceptable or not, and that question is not answered by anti-intellectual demands of obedience.

One of the simplest and yet most powerful ways we do so lies in how we frame the very question we ask of the evidence. When we prefer to believe something, we may approach the relevant evidence by asking ourselves, "what evidence is there to support this belief?

Bathsheba, he said tenderly and in surprise, and coming closer: if I only knew one thing- you would allow me to love you and win you. and marry you after all-- if I only knew that.! But you never will know, she murmured. Why? Because you never ask. Oh-Oh! said Gabriel, with a low laugh of joyousness. My own dear-

She thought for an instant of her late parents. She wondered if they would be ashamed of her now—just that question, not its pertinence, no qualifications—the way we always ask it.

Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call to her tribunal every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear.

If the present Congress errs in too much talking, how can it be otherwise in a body to which the people send 150. lawyers, whose trade it is to question everything, yield nothing, & talk by the hour? That 150. lawyers should do business together ought not to be expected. But to return again to our subject.