A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible. I wondered if they might be used-metaphorically, of course-to demonstrate the existence of God. Does naming a sphere of nothingness transmute it into being?
I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?
Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?
I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.
I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.
. . . I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.
I felt mocked. "That's what I get for trusting you. " He took a step back. "Excuse me! Trust doesn't mean you get the response you want from someone, but that you'll get an honest response, and that the other person will stick by you even when you can't agree. " Stick by you for how long, through how much? I wondered. What is the expiration date on trust?
You are what you are" "Which is what? I wondered
My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said “our world. ” He always said “your world. ” But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he’d been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities? I looked around “my” bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?
There are days when I think: what if I just checked out? What if I grew a beard and went off to live somewhere remote? I have often wondered about the freedom that would bring.
I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.
From the beginning, when I first got an idea for a story and wondered if I could write it, it has always been the story that has driven me.
. . . Families are Forever, and wondered if the slogan was meant as a promise or a threat.
For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.
THE KNOWN CHILD I wondered to what extent people remained the same as they'd been when very young; if one peeled back the layers of living one would come to the known child.
I remember nothing about it except a philological fact. My mother said nothing about the dragon, but pointed out that one could not say 'a green great dragon', but had to say 'a great green dragon'. I wondered why, and still do. The fact that I remember this is possibly significant, as I do not think I ever tried to write a story again for many years, and was taken up with language.
OK," Josh said evenly, "I've seen men made of mud, I guess I can accept spying rats. Do they talk?" he wondered aloud. Don't be ridiculous," Flamel snapped, "They're rats. " Josh really didn't think it was a ridiculous suggestion.
Studying the young woman’s long thin legs, Tessa wondered how different her life would have been if she had had legs like that. She could not help but suspect that it would have been almost entirely different.
And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.
Almost all of us have wondered at one point or another about the taxes we pay: Where does the money go?