I grew up in a super suburban place where the mundane middle-class issues were similar to what Ray Davies was singing about. All the topics he was singing about were middle-class woes and humanitarian woes - human-being woes.
The world is a strange and wonderful place.
Israel is a wonderful place to grow up.
I'm in that lucky percentile where I can worry about how I want to shape my career. That's a wonderful place to be.
I'm in this wonderful place of life, where everything I'm doing is something I do because I enjoy it.
New York is a wonderful place to be up, an awful place to be down.
All life is inherently dangerous. But beyond that, Los Angeles is just a wonderful place to be.
For any performer who's coming up, if they really want to test their psychology and how they handle themselves on stage, then coming to the U.K. as a whole is a wonderful place for that.
Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.
The world is still a fantastic and wondrous place to live.
I opened up every can of worms I could. I got to the place where I would peel back one layer, and then another layer, and the stuff that would come up underneath was so inspiring, it made me want to write about it.
There is no place where we can safely store worn-out reactors or their garbage. No place!
England is a profoundly bizarre place that has produced thousands of bands the world has worshipped.
I like the story writing process. I usually use someone who has been trained for structure to take the story that I actually want, place those elements in the right places.
Ali even told me in the ring, 'You can't beat me - I'm your Lord.' I just told him, 'Lord, you're in the wrong place tonight.'
When we need a policeman, God bless 'em, they're there. But, if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, everything seems suspicious.
In 1986, I was attacked in the street as I helped Neil Mullarkey from the Comedy Store Players to put up posters. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time - midnight - and we were English. I got kicked in the head.
Steve Bartman was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Hero.' I've always struggled with that word. I'm just a guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I want to show that the dividing lines between sanity and mental illness have been drawn in the wrong place.
