- Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? (John Keats, To Autumn)
- Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? (Bluto, Animal House)
- Dear Love, How have you come to be a black-hearted woman with your come-and-go eyes? (Padgett Powell, Mrs. Hollingsworth’s Men)
- Who are the brain police? (Frank Zappa)
- And why do you worry about your clothing? (The Bible, Matthew 6:28)
- Is ‘ottava rima’ a poem in eight 11-syllable lines, rhymed abababcc?
- Can you polish the dark-enigma mirror to clarity beyond stain? (LaoTzu, Tao Te Ching)
- Shall we retract the foreskin of stupidity and apply the scalpel of irony? (Charles Stross)
- Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing? (T. S. Eliot)
- Who wrote the book of love? (The Monotones)
- Who’s got the crack? (The Moldy Peaches)
- Have you no sense of decency? (William Welch to Joseph McCarthy, June 9, 1945)
- Well, how did I get here? (Talking Heads)
- Why did God make you? (Baltimore Catechism #2)
- Does Sylvester Stallone do his own stunts? (JK)
- What could possibly go wrong? (You. To your Mom. I didn’t count “Do I look like an idiot?” that your Dad asked you, because, existentially, they are the same question.)
- Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? (Douglas Adams)
- You take your life in your own hands, and what happens? (Erica Jong)
- Does nobody understand? (James Joyce’s last words, 1941)
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