We all have very personal relationships to what happened on 9/11 and the events after tracking Osama bin Laden. Nobody can escape from the influence of that.
I can't imagine having a real personal thing, like divorce and marriage, all those things, being in the public eye. I try to not talk about anything personal, and then nobody has the fire to throw back at you, like 'You said this back then!'
Nobody has a magic lamp which can tell you in advance whether what you say will be effective in persuading an audience.
Nobody gets out of love alive. You turn into a menace or a pest when you've been rejected.
If I go out with no make-up and a tracksuit on, nobody comes up to me. And if they do, I won't do a photo because I wouldn't want any photographic evidence.
I think it would be better if nobody owned anything, but they didn't starve. Had enough paint and enough pianos and everything else.
Nobody likes to be picked on. Nobody.
Nobody can ever pin you down when you speculate.
Nobody should pin their hopes on a miracle.
I enjoy wearing pins, and nobody tells me to do it.
Clubs are taking away the steal of home. Not only are more pitchers throwing out of the stretch position, but more third basemen are playing closer to the bag. But another reason why nobody does it much anymore is that some guys, no matter how fast they are, just aren't comfortable trying to steal home.
Nobody said being platinum was easy.
Nobody wants to give up good players.
Nobody wants to be depressed - everybody's trying to feel better; when they strive and fail, it's all the more poignant.
Nobody ever won an election by spitting at his political opponents.
Balance in life is the key, as Aristotle taught us. Nobody likes a naive Pollyanna, but neither do we like to be around people who are constantly complaining and finding fault.
For instance, I'm always fascinated to see whether, given the kind of fairly known and established form called popular music, whether there is some magic combination that nobody has hit upon before.
For email, the old postcard rule applies. Nobody else is supposed to read your postcards, but you'd be a fool if you wrote anything private on one.
School is practice for the future, and practice makes perfect. But nobody's perfect, so why practice?
School is practice for the future, and practice makes perfect and nobody's perfect so why bother.
