U nedavno objavljenim memoarima Pamele Madsen, Shameless: How I Ditched the Diet, Got Naked, Found True Pleasure and Somehow Got Home in Time to Cook Dinner (Rodale, 2011), baziranima na njenom superuspješnom blogu Shameless, spisateljica je opisala svoju seksualnu metamorfozu i iskustva od seksualnog surogatstva do SM partija.

Your work seems to be connected to the sphere of mysticism, to Christianity and to an imagery somehow related to suffering, with frequent references to martyrdom and crucifixion: what is it that makes you so interested in the wounded body, in the pain of the flesh and, in general, in an imagery relating to suffering?

Čujem onaj dio: " I drowe for miles and miles and wound up at your door, I ' ve had you so many times but somehow I want more " i jednostavno sam gotov...

Draga Gejšice, cut the crap, račun dobiti i gubitka je na tvojoj strani, a moralizatorske priče tako i tako u realnom svijetu ne opstaju.... no, naravno, možeš ti i Simu poslušati, jer je kao i obično 100 % u pravu, no somehow, mislim da nisi taj tip... (Coverdale 22.01.2008., 12:18:16)

I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.

One of the leaders of the Muslim SS Division Handzar was the then president Alia Izetbegovic, somehow elevated to head the province of Bosnia.

lijep edeb (ponašanje) nema šta... poštujem te sestro puno... drugačija si od ostalih rimokatolika somehow... ok... onda ćemo nastaviti diskutovati poštujući se međusobno...

She denounces the problem of a clear-cut distinction between metaphor and concept as somehow beside the point.

But I won ' t cry for yesterday, there ' s an ordinary world, Somehow I have to find...

Engdahl, pises gluposti, sve je rekla, cula, poluistine izvrnute i prilagodjene teoriji zavjere koju nikako i nitko ne moze, somehow, dokraja istjerat, ali se dobro prodaje, sick of it already

pa se tako gledam u ogledalo... gledam se.. pa gledam njega, onako kao, da nisam ja.. pa onda opet sebe i ne mogu vjerovati.... covjece, daj se ustini, ma sto, ugrizi se, probudi se..... ma daj budan sam i to me uzasava.... pa se pitam.. Ok pa sta ti to volis... koga ti to volis..... kako mozes voljeti nekoga preko njegovih rijeci... nekoga koga NE ZNAS..... ne znam... al rijeci imaju svoj izvor... ne mogu nastati iz nicega, njihov izvor ima korijen... misao.. povijest, osijecaj... tijelo koje cuti... oci sto vide.... misao koja leti.... duh.. spirit... svoju bol... Da i onda knock down, totalni, UZMITE MOJE RIJECI, MENE SAMO BOLE... o Lord, vidim, osjecam, cutim taj izvor, ZENA.. A WOMAN... cutim onu kemiju, koja valjda odgovara mome USTROJSTVU, bicu, geni se bude.. nesto se događa ili kako.. cutim nesto, na sto ne mogu utjecati... ni uvjeravanjem samoga sebe... ti si stvarno lud... pa tako otvaram blog... misleci Ok.... proci ce... evo sad si na sceni, (mozda te tko i procita) pa reci izlij se... daj olabavi.... a ono kontra...... pa hajde, da sam balavac (da bar jesam).... dost se godina nakupilo.... svasta bi se moglo naci u njima..... al kako sad ovo.... pa sam onda odjedanput shvatio, da tako valjda mora biti...., da je batrganje nekoristno i nikuda ne vodi.... it ' s written in the scripture it ' s written high above.... somewhere, somehow... who knows why... i bi mi lijepse, lijepo... mistery of life... mistery of existence... mistery of her... mistery of myself...... nisam si vise nista pokusavao objasniti, vec sam to uzeo kao fakat... ostavio sam misli i razum u cosku, i onako su mi vec rekle, sto su imale reci... samo me je jedna stvar, ono mucila (egoizam) sta ak mi sutra padne cigla na glavu... znas ono, sad jesi pa te vise nema.... moram joj reci, moram joj reci, d a ju jednostavno zavolih i volim, takvu kakvu ju dozivljavam i cutim...... ma kako joj se suludo cinilo moram joj to reci, njoj.... da tamo neki od nekuda.... misli, cuti, da je ona nesto, netko, poseban i drag.... rijedak i vrijedan... i da je onaj tamo, od nekuda voli.. nekako sam pokusao dati razumljivost i tebi i sebi... nadam se, da barem malo, oo malecko razumljivo u nerazumljivom i nerazumnom.

This insignificant interruption somehow weakened the image that had already been ripening. He recalled that, in The Verge, Tumanov felt nostalgia for the pomp of former holidays.

Gledaj.. ako će tebe veselit da jebeš ono što te se boji, upravo zato što te se boji, te da si na taj način priskrbiš i prisvojiš životnu družicu - than it ' s all well and good, but somehow I feel sorry for you: kava:

" SOMEHOW, YOUR SYSTEM IN AMERICA HAS COME TO SOME SORT OF A DEAD END, AT LEAST FOR NOW ".

Somehow that got through to me.

Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there, or did the shot take us by surprise.

Somehow everything old seemed new again.

Anyway, last year he became one of my best friends although, before that, we hardly had any contact at all despite the fact we went to the same class for two years.I ' m not exactly sure how or why that happened but I know that I ' m glad it did.The weird thing is that he ' s everything I ' m not and I ' m everything he ' s not but, still, we ' re somehow so alike and we ' ve managed to find each other on the same level.I suppose that ' s because we had the same type of problems in the same time.The reason why I ' ve decided to write this post is that I want to thank him for one particular post he wrote.A post he wrote on 09.06.2005. on a blog he had at that time - http://oistevo.blog.hr/.It must have been, honestly, the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.As long as I can remember I ' ve always had more male than female friends.Females have a tendency to gossip and to talk about meaningless topics which I always disliked.On the other hand, males are a lot more mature when it comes to talking about serious stuff.I strongly disagree with anyone who says that male-female friendships don ' t exist because I ' m the living proof just how wrong that statement is.Thank God they exist because, otherwise, I ' d go mad Anyway, I find it almost impossible to believe that he could ever have a friend like me.Me who is almost 16 and still adores Harry Potter more than a life itself.I apriciate that he was able to accept every single thing about me as I was about him.I want him to know just how much our friendship ment to me in a times when almost everyone was under the impression that I was smoking weed or something.He was one of the rare people who knew the real truth and one of the rare people who wasn ' t acting like a stupid, teacher ' s ass-kissing son of a bitch.I wrote this on a blog because I ' m that kind of a person who is honest like hell but still a person who would never have enough courage to say this to him in person.He was the person who understood me better than anyone else

Sadly, if something actually does happen, somehow Mama will know before you make it home Kao i sve majke

We have been let down by some circumstances and somehow I don ' t want to be in a country where they can treat people like this.

OR (Orch OR) then takes place because of a sufficient mass displacement in this state, so that it indulges in a self-collapse which somehow influences or controls brain function.

My dad reacted, you know, like a concerned father, but also felt that somehow I was personally attacking him by, you know, going to all these things.

" Growing up gay (but was in the closet still somehow in the closet tho), i was most of the time misled by my emotions.

Since he was the same as them, the twins liked Andi from the beginning: Good friends have to be similar somehow, explains Bill. Andi is like Tom and me himself.

It must have been good but I lost it somehow

Early morning is come to me for a coffee because she thinks that she can somehow help, trembling and shocked all told me what happened during the day yesterday (about not writing until now, it does not ask for permission) After hearing her whole story, I remained speechless in shock.

But somehow the idea of burning the magazines persisted, rendering Helsinki a bit closer to Belfast of the 80 ' s or current-day Monrovia for some short moments on today

A source close to the case told the Sunday Mail: " Initially the teachers thought that she had unwittingly taken drugs somehow.

To contain Terry, Williams must somehow force him left, and also fight his way over any screen/rolls.

Perhaps I personally differ a little here, because I am one of a growing number of evangelicals who believe that - in the post-modern era - the time is right to go on the attack against evolutionary teaching. In a nutshell, ' macro-evolution ' (we all came from primitive amoebas which " somehow appeared " in primeval slime, then gradually evolved through such things as reptiles, birds etc.,) is amazingly unscientific nonsense, but ' micro-evolution ' (variations within kinds, but no ' kind ' ever being broken, as supported by Genesis) is certainly scientific