I was bored of sitting between four walls.

Even though I was sitting in the sun, I still felt chilly.

I remember sitting near the bed, and I was just so I had two overwhelming feelings.

I was just sitting there thinking, I've got to slow this down.

I was sitting next to the engine, the lowest part, nearest to the water.

So one day I was in my room and I saw this thing sitting in my room and I thought it was a monster.

By the time I left the Commission, I was sitting on a pile of 1,500 such infringement proceedings.

He was sitting drinking wine.

And so it all started several years ago, late one night when I was sitting on the subway, riding home, and I was thinking.

Immediately I was in the Spirit. Behold, there was a throne set in heaven, and one sitting on the throne

I was sitting peacefully in class listening to the teacher that day when we heard them come.

Sami was sitting in this chair.

Sami was sitting on the bed.

Sami was sitting with his friend.

So it was about four years ago, five years ago, I was sitting on a stage in Philadelphia, I think it was, with a bag similar to this.

I can't believe I'm sitting next to Tom.

I can't believe I'm sitting next to Mary.

Tom was sitting at a nearby table.

Layla was sitting at a bus stop.

Sami was sitting at his computer, working.

1996, when I gave my first TEDTalk, Rebecca was five years old and she was sitting right there in the front row.

I was sitting there kind of unenthusiastically talking with the head transplant surgeon, and I asked him if I needed a transplant, what I could do to prepare.

Now I don't know if this is the devil or the angel sitting on our conscience, sitting on television's shoulders, but I do know that I absolutely love this image.

And I remember there sitting at my desk thinking, Well, I know this. This is a great scientific discovery, but it was so awful.

I was 26. I remember sitting there looking down at my sledge. I had my skis ready to go, I had a satellite phone, a pump action shotgun in case I was attacked by a polar bear.

I'll never forget, I remember vividly to this day, our first son, Declan, was nine months old, and I was sitting there on the couch, and I was reading Daniel Gilbert's wonderful book, Stumbling on Happiness.

And one evening, I was sitting next to a very nice gentleman in Kabul, and he asked what I thought would be good in Afghanistan.

So at that time and I was 13 and I was listening to just radio, and someone happened to sit next to me, like these three people are sitting here.

And there I was sitting, and my then boyfriend I didn't mean it was a boyfriend like it is meant today but my boyfriend and I sat at the market and sold the pots.

And now I really like sort of sitting up, you know.

I looked into the face of her son sitting next to her, and his face was just riven with grief and confusion.

Sami was sitting and reading a book all by himself.

Behold their sitting down, and their rising up I am their musick.

I, like most of you, was sitting down, the day after Christmas in 2004, when I was watching the devastating news of the Asian tsunami as it rolled in, playing out on TV.

He was returning and sitting in his chariot, and was reading the prophet Isaiah.

Exhausted, I fell asleep sitting upright, and when I woke up it was already night, or at least that s what I assumed with no sunlight or moonlight by which to measure time.

And so then Tarja was sitting across the table from me.

Was returning, and sitting in his chariot read Esaias the prophet.

And when Tony said that to me, I thought to myself, Am I sitting like a journalist?

But I was on an airplane in the east some years ago, and the man sitting across the aisle from me was the mayor of Charlotte, North Carolina.

You see their sitting down, and their rising up I am their song.

Mary Magdalene was there, and the other Mary, sitting opposite the tomb.

But imagine if my genome were deidentified, sitting in software, and a third cousin's genome was also sitting there, and there was software that could compare these two and make these associations.

Mr. Celal, sitting next to the driver, was lethally wounded in the head.

I doubt it. I'm sitting here and thinking to myself, what's the f cking point?