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What did you do with the time and talents i gave you? God's question.

True love is not a question. It is an answer that you never have to spend a lifetime figuring out.

I asked you a question. What are you doing here?"Resting his elbows on the side of the tub, he smiled lazily. She hated it when he smiled lazily. "Waiting for the bubbles to evaporate, " he said.

Time doesn't need to be found, it is in plain sight ticking away loudly all the time. How we use it is the only question.

I find the whole time travel question very unsettling if you take it to its logical extension. I think it might eventually be possible, but then what happens?

And then there's my Grandson: He's certainly got the music together, there's just no question about it.

Whatever had he meant by it? And how dare he mean anything!

He was asked, rhetorically, he guessed, if he supposed the irons would heat themselves, a question that was followed by a not particularly complimentary remark about men.

Shall I tell you why young men love war? . . . In peace, there are a hundred questions with a thousand answers! In war, there is only one question with one right answer. . . . Going to war makes you a man. It is emotionally exciting and morally restful.

Stu asked me to marry him

About God, how could he give up his secrets and still be God?

As we wait for the bill, I ask Shanahan the question he gets asked at every cocktail party he's been to in the past twenty years: Are your chances of surviving a crash better near the front of the plane or the back? "That depends," he says patiently. "on what kind of crash it's going to be." I rephrase the question. Given his choice of anywhere on the plane, where does he prefer to sit? "First class.

Flawed as it is, Science remains the most solid god ive got. Science has the answer to ever question that can be asked.

Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed?

Do you share my madness?

looked towards its completion with a tremulous and eager hope, which I dared not trust myself to question, but which was intermixed with obscure forebodings of evil, that made my heart sicken in my bosom.

You're absolutely gorgeous. What's your name?

Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?

Except for his eyes. Those were completely bloodshot. "What time did you get up?" David said, looking him over. "Four twenty?

Is this all right? he asked. He was using that very low, somewhat husky universal kissing voice. Huh? I said, because I am sexy.

Two students had approached Leonard while he was staring at the painting, a boy and a girl. The boy was beautiful - his hair genuinely golden, a color poets wrote about but rarely saw. The girl had a smile like a dangerous question. The first thing that struck Leo was how alive they looked. In contrast to the surroundings, they were bright and flushed.

The inexplicable is always terrifying. But it wouldn't be so frightening if you stopped to ask yourself whether there's ever been any reason why you should have been at the top... Oh, come, Peter, smile, I'm only kidding. One loses everything when one loses one's sense of humor.

I'd like to think that I am wrong, that those words mean nothing, that there's no conscious intention and no avenger behind the ending of the human race. But when I hear them repeating that question, I feel afraid. I think of the man who said that he would stop the motor of the world. You see, his name was John Galt.

Reason is your means of survival — so that for you, who are a human being, the question 'to be or not to be' is the question 'to think or not to think..'.