Sometimes, I wonder what I’m doing here.

Sometimes I wonder will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize God left this place a long time ago.

Sometimes I wonder why the corporate world is seen as a god choice for those of us that will never rise above clerical work and general administration.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m a novelist right now. There is no definite career reason why I became a writer. Something happened, and I became a writer. And now I’m a successful writer.

Sometimes I wonder if life is all about one moment. Everything before and everything after is about that one moment, and we are all stuck there.

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren’t in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it’s all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

I don’t know what keeps me going. Sometimes I wonder… I think it’s just pure perseverance and wanting to succeed and having that burning desire to always have success.

Sometimes I wonder whether Washington‘s liberal politicians truly understand the greatness that is America.

Why can’t we resist the urge to second-guess and evaluate each other?…Sometimes I wonder if the final judgment will be a breeze compared with what we’ve put each other through here on earth. p 225

For years and years and years… people showed me pictures that had been left unclaimed at big photo-finishers. Sometimes I think it changed my personality, sometimes I wonder if it didn’t damage my brain.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m as famous for my wheelchair and disabilities as I am for my discoveries.

I can’t imagine ever not doing [acting]. I would feel like I would have lost a limb. But I am older now, and sometimes I wonder who I would have been and what about me would have changed had I not had these experiences as a young person

sometimes i wonder does god just not care are is he to busy ignoring your prayers

Sometimes I wonder if I met everyone in my life in the wrong order.

My constant prayer, these days, as I start my backswing is, ‘Oh, please let me swing slowly.’ The trouble is that sometimes I wonder whether I swing at all; whether I am not strictly a chopper.

Sometimes I wonder if there is really goodwill in the world to worry about saving human beings, or whether we are just using that as camouflage for our own interests, the self-centered drive for more profits.

He told me once that there was no better faith than a wounded faith and sometimes I wonder if that is what he was doing all along –trying to wound his faith in order to test it–and I was just another stone in the way of his God.

Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.

Sometimes I wonder what my grandfather would think of what I do, he spent his whole life in the kebab business, was buried with all his equipment, probably turning in his grave.

Sometimes I wonder what I’m a-gonna do
‘Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?

Sometimes I wonder about the people who can do very reflective work about their own ethnic group or their own families, or comedies that take place in the life that they’ve grown up in. That’s a very special fortitude. Other brains have a curiosity for what they don’t know – the life they’re not leading.

Sometimes I wonder how I got into comedy at all.

Sometimes, I wonder what I’m doing back in Los Angeles, but when you look out there… How can you complain when you see a whale cresting, matter-of-factly, as you make your breakfast?

I hope I can improve. I’m far from perfect. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I fought myself. I think it would be a one-round KO. But if I was fighting myself, I know I could take my best punch. No, make that two rounds. I would knock myself out in two rounds.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I’d like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he’s too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. – R on M

Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve been more successful if I wasn’t acting and I concentrated on other things. But I love being on set. I love working with my 100 crew members.

Strangely, although they may seem worlds apart, boxing and tennis have a certain kinship. Two individuals head-to-head, probing for weakness and attacking it. Footwork, timing and stamina are essential. Just you and your opponent until one of you is beaten. There’s no brain damage in tennis – although sometimes I wonder.

Topaz was wonderfully patient – but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

Sometimes I wonder if the lessons in life will ever stop but then why would you want to remain ignorant?

Sometimes I wonder if all my friends are insane.