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.
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 wonder sometimes if manufacturers of foolproof items keep a fool or two on their payroll to test things.
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.
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?
I often wonder whether Negroes like myself who are pretty well known help out at all in breaking down barriers.
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.
Sometimes I wake at night in the White House and rub my eyes and wonder if it is not all a dream.
I'm not interested in being Wonder Woman in the delivery room. Give me drugs.
Is there any wonder why we are in such big trouble? Any question why the people don't trust their government anymore, and demand a change?
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
I sometimes wonder if two thirds of the globe is covered in red carpet.
People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins they wonder whether they are catching cold.
The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.