Once I got married and had kids I moved away from romantic roles because it seemed wrong to have my 3-year-old wondering why Daddy was kissing someone else.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

Deep into that darkness peering long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

I can't remember a major league game where I could make eye contact with my dad. I kept wondering if he was going to yell at me for hanging a pitch or something.

For too long our country's version of an energy policy has consisted of Americans waking up every day and wondering how much it will cost to drive to work how much it will cost to keep their business running how much it will cost to heat or cool their homes.

If I had done what I was programmed to do I would now be sitting in a car factory looking at the sizes of wheels or wondering how to get credit to start a new factory in Russia.

I think like everybody else in New Hampshire when I pull up to fill up my car and I pay $50 I get upset. And I'm wondering if these prices are legitimate.

I am just at that stage of wondering where I go from here. I came into this business almost by accident but now it has become serious. What started as a bit of fun something to do other than be a model has taken on a different career curve. I have been forced to ask where that curve is going to end up.

When I was in college I was debating to try my hand at show business or to become a professor. I just thought of the risk of not going into show business and always wondering if I would've had a chance. Because that's where my real heart was.

Every child senses with all the horse sense that's in him that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly wondering how awful it might be.