I think the knock TNA had is they seemed to worry too much about what WWE was doing instead of focusing on their own.

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb.

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.

I always seemed to disappoint them. They expected me to be different than Henry or exactly like Henry. I was neither.

I went into photography because it seemed like the perfect vehicle for commenting on the madness of today's existence.

My first job was a Greek tragedy, and ever since, one job just seemed to roll onto the next. I've been terribly lucky.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons that have been offered in explanation have seemed adequate.

The most striking thing is that even before Osama bin Laden was killed, he seemed largely irrelevant to the Arab Spring.

I was irrevocably betrothed to laughter, the sound of which has always seemed to me the most civilised music in the world.

I lived in L.A. for a few months. It seemed like no one there had parents. Or if they did have parents, they would deny it.

Directing a film was something I always wanted to do, something that seemed an inevitability in my development as an actor.

What distinguished my life from my brother's is that my mother didn't like me. When I became a woman, I seemed to repel her.

It seemed to me that I was put on earth to take care of people. That is what I should be doing, and I never got tired of it.

I was bored at school and bored in a lot of the kitchens. It seemed like all I was doing was putting things into saute pans.

Randy Newman seemed like an even worse singer than me. I liked Ray Charles, Levi Stubbs, Jack Jones, Joe Tex, Wilson Pickett.

Suddenly, everyone wanted to talk to me, it seemed. And not about my poetry: it was my dyslexia they were most interested in.

When I looked around, with my wife, Sarasota seemed like the best place in Florida. We settled about one mile from Siesta Key.

I was always different from all the other kids, and I was doing things that nobody else did or seemed to have any interest in.

Frankly, I have always dreaded writing - there always seemed to be pain involved, unpleasant self-examination and a lot of fear.

I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!

The great dream merchant Disney was a success because make-believe was what everyone seemed to need in a spiritually empty land.

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God.

I went for an outrageous form of expressing myself. It seemed to be a way that I could make my name and show that I was somebody.

Always, I seemed to just miss out. Why, I wasn't even the most valuable senior athlete in my high school in Oak Creek, Wisconsin.

The Cold War was waged in a particularly brutal and cynical way in Africa, and Africa seemed powerless to do anything to stop it.

I never went to a drama school or anything. I just gave it my best shot, and everyone seemed to like it, so I carried on doing it.

I'm a lot luckier than most people, although I used to look at it the other way around-that so many people seemed luckier than me.

The beauty of art is that it allows you to slow down, and for a moment, things that once seemed unfamiliar become precious to you.

I feel like my imagination was crafted by Tolkien. He seemed to tap into that childhood intrigue of secret doors and hidden worlds.

It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place. But they could.

The moment seemed right to me for a full and, if possible, authoritative portrait of the life and character of the Prince of Wales.

When I went back to England after a year away, the country seemed stuck, dozing in a fairy tale, stifled by the weight of tradition.

I've never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed. People carry worlds within them.

I love animals, always have, and it seemed natural to help the ASPCA. Animals have no voice of their own, so we have to be that voice.

Improv seemed to replace stand-up, which was very big before that. Stand-up comedy was real hot in the late '80s and through the '90s.

The technology actually seemed to come at just the right time to make the Hulk - Mark Ruffalo was really able to play both characters.

The fall of Rome seemed unthinkable to people at the time but inevitable to historians reflecting upon it with the benefit of context.

A doctrine of class war seemed to provide a solution to the problem of poverty to people who know nothing about how wealth is created.

If genetic research doesn't seemed to have lived up to its therapeutic promise, it's because sequencing is just too slow and expensive.

The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

Growing up, Paul Newman seemed like the ultimate manly actor. And then, I got to work with him and we became friends, so that was nice.

'Alligator' was the first record that anyone paid attention to, and it seemed like it was the screamy songs that got us that attention.

I don't care about age very much. I think back to the old people I knew when I was growing up, and they always seemed larger than life.

You know when you're 14 and terrified to talk to a girl? I didn't suffer much from that. It seemed very natural to me to talk to girls.

I changed it to Leslie Hill, only that seemed more like a cocktail pianist. Eventually, being an admirer of Jack Benny, I took his name.

I felt guilty about what happened on 'Twin Peaks.' All of a sudden, to have that kind of payoff for doing so little seemed very strange.

Jack Taylor was a private investigator in Galway, which seemed like madness. I used lots of Galway-isms, which seemed like madness, too.

Criticism always seemed to me a lot like police work. You look for clues, fingerprints, motives. You need to construct an airtight case.

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