Pastoral Resources

Sometimes I wake at night in the White House and rub my eyes and wonder if it is not all a dream.

Who would name their kid Jack with the last words 'off' at the end of the last name? No wonder that guy is screwed up.

I often wonder whether Negroes like myself who are pretty well known help out at all in breaking down barriers.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

Call it vanity, call it arrogant presumption, call it what you wish, but I would grope for the nearest open grave if I had no newspaper to work for, no need to search for and sometimes find the winged word that just fits, no keen wonder over what each unfolding day may bring.

I wonder sometimes if manufacturers of foolproof items keep a fool or two on their payroll to test things.

I certainly remember building model rockets. It was fun to watch the rocket blast into the air, suspenseful to wonder if the parachute would open to bring the rocket safely back.

I sometimes wonder what would have happened if the first book had not sold... doesn't bear thinking about, but I suppose we'd have made it work somehow.

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

First you wonder if they're separate stories, but no, they're not, they're contingent stories and they form a pattern. And you begin with some of the island as the place to which the heroine of the book returns.

Some people, when they die, leave so much life behind that we wonder how they did it.

When Bush says democracy, I often wonder what he's referring to.

Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.

But perhaps the rest of us could have separate classes in science appreciation, the wonder of science, scientific ways of thinking, and the history of scientific ideas, rather than laboratory experience.

I think Stevie Wonder could sing the phone book and manage to make me cry.

It has been very erotic and provocative for people to wonder about my feelings for women.

Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.