I don't mind a dirty girl. But what I find tragic is when we as women become not the subject of our own story but someone else's object.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.

There is a tragic clash between Truth and the world. Pure undistorted truth burns up the world.

This is technology that will not go away. And to risk it moving into the hands of a terrorist group like al Qaeda or to other focused enemies of the United States would have tragic consequences.

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.

It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place the world is when one is playing golf.

Boxing has become America's tragic theater.

I respond very well to well-written material and women who have had an effect on society something tragic or monumental has happened to them.

The product of the artist has become less important than the fact of the artist. We wish to absorb this person. We wish to devour someone who has experienced the tragic. In our society this person is much more important than anything he might create.

Unfortunately Climate Science has become Political Science. It is tragic that some perhaps well-meaning but politically motivated scientists who should know better have whipped up a global frenzy about a phenomena which is statistically questionable at best.