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I just think the word interview, although it is the view between two people exchanged, became a sort of cliche. You ask questions and the other one answers.

It's most presumptuous to believe we already know all the answers and will never get any more big surprises.

Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.

It's not that conservatives don't care. We do. We just have different answers than liberals do. It's a difference of the mind, not of the heart.

I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

A diploma only proves that you know how to look up answers.

The questions are scientific, but the UN answers are political. The global warming debate is hardly about science.

See, I have no journalism in my background, so I wasn't practised at research or writing non-fiction, nor at handling the truth in a journalistic way. Journalists know when to call a halt and write something, but I kept on looking for answers.

My mother answers all my fan mail.

Why was I feeling this way? Why was everything so bad in my life? I had no answers to these questions.

The only interesting answers are those that destroy the questions.

In order for answers to become clear, the questions have to be clear.

Questions are fiction, and answers are anything from more fiction to science-fiction.

Colors answer feeling in man; shapes answer thought; and motion answers will.

My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers.

An expert knows all the answers - if you ask the right questions.

It is characteristic of the epistemological tradition to present us with partial scenarios and then to demand whole or categorical answers as it were.

It is the answers, not the questions, that are embarrassing.

What would it profit thee to be the first Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever, A thing that answers, but hath not a thought As lasting but as senseless as a stone.