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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 you could radically alter the way stories get told? What if the way people wanted to consume content actually changed what you could make?
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.
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.
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.
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?'
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?
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.
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?
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?
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.
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?
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?
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?
What, if as said, man is a bubble. [Lat., Quod, ut dictur, si est homo bulla, eo magis senex.]
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?'
What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.
You have to keep walking, no matter what. If you don't, it's a living death. You're just standing in one place dying.
What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?
What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?
I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?
What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.
But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?
So what if I can't spell Armaggedon? ... it's not the end of the world.
You know, what if everybody's wrong in life? And so you have to live your life yourself.
I would hate to be 65 and think, 'What if I had tried to be an actor?'
What if culture itself is nothing but a halt, a break, a respite, in the pursuit of barbarity?
What if God's a woman? Not only am I going to hell - I'll never know why!
What if happiness is in fact more about remembering who we are, rather than attempting to change anything or anyone at all?
Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what — if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.
What if the primary work of education was the transforming of our imagination rather than the saturation of our intellect?
Can you imagine a life with no fear? What if faith, not fear, was your default reaction to threats?
What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?
Bid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.
What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?
What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Picasso said, 'Art is a lie that tells the truth.' What if you just want to tell the truth and not lie about it?
I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?
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.
'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?'
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?
My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?
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.
And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.
What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?
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.
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.