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I didn't set out to be a Trump impressionist at all. It wasn't that I wanted to be Trump. It's that I was asking, 'What if Trump was me?'
She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?" Grant asked me. What would I do? I'd beg.
What if I pulled through and the pious faction contentedly claimed that their prayers had been answered? That would somehow be irritating.
I always say, 'What if you had to sell the house tomorrow?' And if it's too idiosyncratic, someone won't buy it and then it's a bad house.
I'm against redefining marriage historically 5,000 years... because then it'll be re-defined. What if it's between a brother and a sister?
What if Hillary Clinton were a man? What if she were a 68-year-old man rather than a 68-year-old woman? Would we think differently of her?
But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do a single thing differently. What if all those things I did were the things that got me here?
But I don't think it's as dangerous, scary, or terrifying as getting to the end of our lives and wondering, what if I would have shown up?
Do goofy stories make people nice? What if, in their goofiness, these stories somehow inspire that in the right way. Is that a social good?
I love J. G. Ballard. I love authors who take the world as we know it and just tweak one thing and say, 'What if the world were like this?'
'Dat $tick' was the first song I tried to be serious on. Then I thought, Wow, what if I really did this seriously? How dope would that be?'
The problem with prostitutes is, what if you actually like somebody you meet in that situation? Where do you go from there? What do you do?
What if all everybody needed in the world was to be sure of one friend? What if you were the one, and you refused to say those simple words?
What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you.
What if we strove for compassion, for mercy, for forgiveness? And what if we did this for everybody, including people who have harmed others?
A general-in-chief should ask himself several times in the day, What if the enemy were to appear now in my front, or on my right, or my left?
Many of my books come from what if questions that I can't answer, things that I'm worried about as either a woman, a wife, a mom, an American.
Science and fiction both begin with similar questions: What if? Why? How does it all work? But they focus on different areas of life on earth.
What if you're Gaudi and you know you're the best architect and everyone is saying that you're saying you're the best architect the wrong way?
What if we gave fifty percent of our discretionary budget to the world’s poor and then counted on the moral power of that action to protect us?
It's easy to dislike the few senior women out there. What if women were half the positions in power? It would be harder to dislike all of them.
I wake up sometimes, and I have this limp, and I'm, like, What if someone chases me, and it's on a bad-knee day? I need to be able to get away.
What if everyone in the whole world suddenly decided to run away from his problems?" "Well, at least we'd all be running in the same direction!
What if someone created some sort of eyebrow pencil that was revolutionary and that was made specifically to help eyebrows look more realistic?
What if I told you that 10 years from now, your life would be exactly the same? I doubt you would be happy. So, why are you so afraid of change?
People always tell me I'm going to regret not having kids. But what if I have one and then I regret having it? Has anyone thought of that option?
What if someone picks on me?" I asked Then I'll pick on them". What if someone picks my nose?" I asked. The I'll pick your nose, too" Rowdy said.
I don't like to lose, no matter what I am playing. Football, tennis, head tennis, no matter what. If I am playing something, I am playing to win.
What if democracy does not serve liberty? This question is seldom asked in the West, where democracy is often seen as synonymous with liberalism.
The Polar Express began with the idea of a train standing alone in the woods. I asked myself, What if a boy gets on that train? Where does he go?
What if you could radically alter the way stories get told? What if the way people wanted to consume content actually changed what you could make?
No matter how bad things are, they can always be worse. So what if my stroke left me with a speech impediment? Moses had one, and he did all right.
I thought, 'What if I were 17, and it was my small town of Springhill, Louisiana? How would I feel if people started flooding in to see some bird?'
What if Picasso had gone to the Moon? Or Andy Warhol or Michael Jackson or John Lennon? What about Coco Chanel? These are all artists that I adore.
What if you could find brand new worlds, right here on Earth, where anything is possible? Same planet, different dimension. I've found the gateway.
But is it just then that the few and the wealthy should be the rulers? And what if they, in like manner, rob and plunder the people, - is this just?
What if the question is not why I am so infrequently the person I really want to be, but why do I so infrequently want to be the person I really am?
A bad guy always assumes he's going to win, whereas the good guy has to struggle with, what if I lose?, and the audience wants to struggle with him.
Life was what happened when all the what-if’s didn’t, when what you dreamed or hoped or – in this case – feared might come to pass passed by instead.
Instead of picking your career and backfilling your life behind that, what if you pick your life and backfill your career with whatever is left over?
My character, Rick Spleen, is a what-if version of me, really, where nothing did quite turn out right and everything else is still around the corner.
'The Polar Express' began with the idea of a train standing alone in the woods. I asked myself, 'What if a boy gets on that train? Where does he go?'
I came up with an idea to turn the cliché inside out: instead of humans threatened by zombies, what if a sympathetic zombie was threatened by humans?
Ask yourself: If I can't avoid it, change it, or make it go away, what if I changed my response to it? What if I decided to stop letting it bother me?
I would sit on the swing set and swing literally for two hours, just, like, imagining things. Like, what if this happened, and what if I was this guy?
But what if everyone in the world behaved like me and came here and shot Brisseau through the ear? What a mess! And of course we'd need valet parking.
What worries me is, what if this guy is really the one for me and I just haven't had enough therapy yet for me to be comfortable with having found him.
What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?
What if every high-caliber chef told our investors that for every fancy restaurant we build, it would be a requirement to build one in the hood as well?