Is there a God? Is there an afterlife?. . . I think that now, more so than ever, people are much more willing to take the time and question what's out there.
He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. “Have you been drinking?” The question was more curious than accusatory. “No,” Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been tasting,” Bast said, emphasizing the word. “Tasting comes before drinking.
Children younger than 5 are twice as likely to die from ingesting household poisons than by gunfire - So the question for the Legislature should be: Is a parent criminally responsible for leaving an unlocked container of bleach below the sink?
Love is as much a question of the will as it is of the emotion. And if you WILL to love somebody, you can.
I can't deny that I was an intellectual prostitute along the way many, many times in college. I can remember one examination where they said. "Describe the Devil," and in order to get 12 points on that question one had to say that the Devil was red and had a forked tail and cloven hoofs and fangs and horns on his head. So I merrily wrote this answer down and got my 12 points. I always got straight hundreds in Bible study.
Reason is incompetent to answer any fundamental question about God, or morality, or the meaning of life.
Life is insanely robust, though we can make species go extinct, and this is the bad thing. So I always make the point that you can't say, 'Is it too late?' That is the terrible question, because either answer promotes inaction. If it's too late, you don't need to act; if it's not too late, you don't need to act.
Never underestimate a dumb question.
I'm very interested in the question of how we perceive something, how consciousness goes from one thing, like looking at you in your black hat to what it might mean to my imagination and how I would draw that or write that, how I would subjectify you? It's something that is endlessly interesting to me.
A Canadian is someone who keeps asking the question, 'What is a Canadian?
The dumbest question I was ever asked by a sportswriter was whether I hit harder with red or white gloves. As a matter of fact, I hit harder with red.
It's normally agreed that the question 'How are you?' doesn't put you on your oath to give a full or honest answer.
Life is a question asked by God about the way he exists.
Business corporations in general are not defenders of free enterprise. On the contrary, they are one of the chief sources of danger. . . . Every businessman is in favor of freedom for everybody else, but when it comes to himself that's a different question. We have to have that tariff to protect us against competition from abroad. We have to have that special provision in the tax code. We have to have that subsidy.
Unless you assume a God, the question of life's purpose is meaningless.
Writing is above all a question of instinct.
The question for us is not what new story will come out next. The question is, what are we going to do about it?
My most annoying question is 'Hilary, are you ever going to play a pretty girl?'
It's a very good question, very direct, and I'm not going to answer it.
Question with boldness even the existence of a god.