If we conclude that we must end war, the next question is: Is that even possible?
That this democratization of information and opinion would lead to vigorous debate and encourage a young monk to question the church?
But the big question is whether these same economics would apply in a world one hundred times richer than we are right now.
I've never met anyone who could evade a question as well as he can.
He gave the question some thought before responding with an illusive and general answer.
"This is a very important question," he said.
Of course, the system only shapes decisions insofar as you take its guidance, which begs the question: Will people follow suggestions they may not fully understand?
In a recent survey, only a quarter of Americans answered that question with a "yes."
I remembered a question he'd asked.
Today, success still requires good execution, but the larger question is: "Can you discover and fulfill a hitherto-unknown, latent desire in people that the Internet enables?"
It is a safe bet that no one has ever asked that question before, and yet this system is designed to answer it.
And--pardon me for the foolish question--but, are you all invisible?
"Then let me ask you a question," said the shah.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
Still, there was one question she couldn't ask the townspeople.
My statement sounded enough like a question to earn me a frown from both.
Four murders are getting a lot of interest but those are out of the question too.
There were people in the lobby, ahead of me but I blurted out my question like a third grader with a bladder problem.
And that leads us to a critical question: Who decides what we will make the Internet do?
Likewise for mental illnesses: We should be able to cure them to the extent the person in question would wish them to be.
The question answers itself.
It was a rhetorical question and, to those posing it, simply a wish—just another way to say, "Why can't we all just get along?"
Trivia question: How old was Colonel William Travis when he died leading the Texans at the Alamo?
Once this became known, the question was submitted for arbitration to the king of the Netherlands, who ruled the St. John River to be the border.
This question surprised me very much; for I had not the faintest recollection of having had it read to me.
If she does not know the answer to a question, she guesses with mischievous assurance.
The question of a special "sixth sense," such as people have ascribed. to Miss Keller, is a delicate one.
My first question was, "Where is Helen?"
She has now reached the question stage of her development.
I was compelled to evade her question, for I could not explain to her the mystery of a self-existent being.
When asked if she would not like to live ALWAYS in a beautiful country called heaven, her first question was, "Where is heaven?"
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
The "man of great merit," who was still a novice in court circles, wishing to flatter Anna Pavlovna by defending her former position on this question, observed:
Berthier, his chief of staff, dropped behind to question a Russian prisoner captured by the cavalry.
In this question he saw subtle cunning, as men of his type see cunning in everything, so he frowned and did not answer immediately.
When she had taken leave of him and remained alone she suddenly felt her eyes filling with tears, and then not for the first time the strange question presented itself to her: did she love him?
He was not occupied with the question of what to sacrifice for; the fact of sacrificing in itself afforded him a new and joyous sensation.
On the other question, how the battle of Borodino and the preceding battle of Shevardino were fought, there also exists a definite and well- known, but quite false, conception.
Pierre put the same question to Prince Andrew.
The question that had perturbed Pierre on the Mozhaysk hill and all that day now seemed to him quite clear and completely solved.
"Grapeshot!" the senior shouted, without answering the question, looking over the wall of the trench.
To the men of both sides alike, worn out by want of food and rest, it began equally to appear doubtful whether they should continue to slaughter one another; all the faces expressed hesitation, and the question arose in every soul: For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?...