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Any reflection about poetry should begin, or end, with this question: who and how many read poetry books?

One of the questions that has most bothered me in my reflections on culture is the question of kitsch. Just what is it? When did it begin? And why?

The question for immigration reform is not if we'll get it done, it's when we'll get it done. It's going to get done.

The dominant question for us with regard to literature has become, 'What does this have to do with me, with life as I know it?' That's the question answered by all these books about how Proust was actually a neuroscientist or how Proust can teach you emotional intelligence.

I reject most conventional wisdom.

My first job is to entertain, but if, while you're enjoying, you start to question something you never thought about before or empathize with, relate to, love someone you only thought of as 'other' once upon a time - how awesome is that.

In the first decade of the twenty-first century, the major international question was the relation between Islam and democracy.

When I was an academic, I'd sometimes get a little feeling of excitement when I had an idea that was, I hoped, fresh. And whether anyone should act on that idea is a very different question.

Space is something which makes us question our role here on Earth. It brings out the best of our hopes and dreams.

What counts is the question, of what is a body capable? And thereby he sets out one of the most fundamental questions in his whole philosophy (before him there had been Hobbes and others) by saying that the only question is that we don't even know [savons] what a body is capable of, we prattle on about the soul and the mind and we don't know what a body can do.

A book itself is a little machine; what is the relation (also measurable) of this literary machine to a war machine, love machine, revolutionary machine, etc.—and an abstract machine that sweeps them along? We have been criticized for overquoting literary authors. But when one writes, the only question is which other machine the literary machine can be plugged into, must be plugged into in order to work.

How are you, it wasn't a courtesy, it was an existential question.

What's a starbuck?

Noah stepped forward for a closer look. "If it's a girl," he said finally, "then what's that?" And we could all see exactly what he was pointing at.

All over Greece, strangers of a certain age will greet one another with the question, And where were you and what did you do when Xerxes came to Marathon? Then they exchange lies.

What is in question is a kind of book reviewing which seems to be more and more popular: the loose putting down of opinions as though they were facts, and the treating of facts as though they were opinions.

That is a question you have to ask the Old Man of the Moon.

New landscapes, new customs. The accumulation of memories. A long life is not a question of years. A man without memories might reach the age of a hundred and feel that his life had been a very brief one.

Have they brought home the haunch?

I taught you that there is never any end to that question, because, as I once defined it for you (yes, I confess a weakness for improvised definitions), history is that impossible thing: the attempt to give an account with incomplete knowledge, of actions themselves undertaken with incomplete knowledge.

What's a "god"?' Khren asked. Nico, Shewel, and Denbord walked on Tiadba's left, Khren and Macht on her right. Perf, as always, straggled behind with Frinna and Herza. Nobody answered. 'Just thought a Tall One might know,' Khren murmured. Tiadba

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Thirty years ago, we used to ask: Can a computer simulate all processes of logic? The answer was yes, but the question was surely wrong. We should have asked: Can logic simulate all sequences of cause and effect? And the answer would have been no.

But then, why did the mechs have no religion?