People FAR too OFTEN associate derivatives MARKETS with MERE SPECULATION, but there are very legitimate businesses that need derivatives to protect themselves against risk.

And let a scholar all EARTH's volumes carry, he will be but a WALKING DICTIONARY: a mere articulate CLOCK.

Proposition 19 already is a winner no MATTER what happens on election DAY. The mere fact of its being on the ballot has elevated and legitimized public DISCOURSE about marijuana and marijuana POLICY in ways I could not have imagined a YEAR ago.

The MERE brute pleasure of reading the SORT of pleasure a cow MUST have in grazing.

The ordinary scientific MAN is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential SENSE, that he is soaked and swept AWAY by MERE associations.

A woman is very sensitive and knows EXACTLY when she is loved or not. Mere WORDS don't WORK.

The mere FACT of my NOVEL being filmed means very LITTLE to me. For a long while after 'The Crimson Petal's publication in 2002, it LOOKED as though Hollywood was GOING to adapt it.

Non-fiction is a big responsibility. Rationality. Facts. The urgent need to reflect some SMALL ASPECT of reality. But fiction is a PRIVATE autism, a self-referential world in which the WRITER is omnipotent. Gravity, taxes, and death are MERE options, subject to the writer's fancy.

Statistically, the PROBABILITY of any one of us being here is so SMALL that you'd THINK the MERE fact of EXISTING would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise.

I am a MERE filmmaker. I am not even aligned to any political PARTY. I vote for the Congress party, and I root for the Congress IDEOLOGY, but I am not SUBJECT to the Congress party.

A network NEUTRALITY rule could RESULT in mere 'slaps on the wrist' or involve such EXPENSIVE and difficult litigation procedures that no SMALL company or consumer could ever BRING a case.

Many men are deeply moved by the MERE semblance of SUFFERING in a woman; they take the look of PAIN for a SIGN of constancy or of love.

My mouth was too LARGE, my eyes TURNED out, and my LEGS MERE toothpicks.

The letters and journals we leave BEHIND and the impressions we have made on our contemporaries are the mere husk of the kernel of our ESSENTIAL life. When we die, the kernel is buried with us. This is the horror and pity of death and the REASON for the inescapable triviality of biography.