Suddenly a single shot on the extreme left rang out on the clear morning air followed quickly by several others and the whole line pushed rapidly forward through the brush.

How did we suddenly become entranced with gangster culture? I saw it this morning on campus. When did the black community say we should all look like criminals?

Just this morning out of a large memory for songs and having been obsessed by them since childhood suddenly at the age of 84 I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.

I don't go to Mass every day. But I go to church every day. Just sitting there thinking - it's a great way to start the morning you know? You feel so good coming out and your approach to everything is suddenly really clear.

Whereas I used to get depressed or neurotic or dwell on things I see my son's bright eyes and smile in the morning and suddenly I don't feel like I'm depressed anymore. There's nothing to be depressed about when you've got that.

I got tackled once in a movie theater. I was with my mom and brother and then suddenly I got hit from behind and sort of sprawled out on the candy counter.

I'd never really babysat. I feel like I'm Blair or 'Gossip Girl.' A teenager basically - and now suddenly I'm a mom?

I suddenly had this really mad desire to have an affair with a woman. I was divorced. I was childless. I figured there's got to be one more way to really tick off my mom.

Isn't it so weird the day you wake up and you're just going with the flow? And you just suddenly are a mom.

When you're suddenly pregnant and no one is standing by your side even if you're in your 30s it's a hard conversation. I'm a traditional girl and I believe in marriage and I just always thought that's the way I'd be doing this.

Do the bishops seriously imagine that legalising gay marriage will result in thousands of parties to heterosexual marriages suddenly deciding to get divorced so they can marry a person of the same sex?

Whenever the people are for gay marriage or medical marijuana or assisted suicide suddenly the 'will of the people' goes out the window.

It's not an act. I love it. It's totally original. People go 'What's going on with this guy? Why does he sound so weird? What is going on in his brain. I don't know. Just one day I suddenly woke up with a new brain.

I always found the extraordinary loss of life in the First World War very moving. I remember learning about it as a very young child as an eight- or nine-year-old asking my teachers what poppies were for. Every year the teachers would suddenly wear these red paper flowers in their lapels and I would say 'What does that mean?'

That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life but in a new way.

Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this and who else other people may be and all that it's so grimly brutal!

I'm a light sleeper. I've never been one of those people who can put their head down and suddenly everything disappears. Nighttime is the time I get most scared anxious or worried. In those darker moments before waking or sleeping is when I feel most I don't know I can turn on myself and my imagination can take me dark places.

You will recognize your own path when you come upon it because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.

There are moments when a man's imagination so easily subdued to what it lives in suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.

We're living in a time when the world has suddenly discovered India because it's run out of raw material for its imagination. The raw materials for imagination are inexhaustible here.

About 15 years ago I went though a period of a year or so when I just couldn't find anything good. My wife noticed I was having trouble reading menus. I bought some cheap reading glasses in a drug store. I got home and suddenly all these books that weren't good were good.

You know the sad thing of post-9/11 which was of course horrific was that the city in which I felt completely at home for two decades suddenly people like us - brown people - were looked at as the 'Others.'

When I am made fun of in the press I just remember those days when I'd come home to find that the water had been turned off because my mother couldn't afford the bill. Suddenly everything feels easier.

The year 2008 was a reminder to those who had forgotten that there is such a thing as history and that the cycle of famine and feast in commerce first identified in antiquity and well understood in the Middle Ages was not suddenly abolished in modern times.