I began modeling in N.Y. and doing commercials. That led to regional theatre and then Broadway and then movies.

My first workshop was in Rome, and that was the start of House of Waris. In a little magical atelier, a goldsmith, his apprentice, his stone setter – and that was where it began.

Nineteen-seventy-nine had been a year of American setbacks around the globe. Before the year began, Cuban troops were already roaming Angola, and a pro-Communist regime ruled Ethiopia.

As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.

It seems preposterous now, but Amazon began as a bookstore.

I began playing in the Pacific Coast Indoor Tennis Championships.

I couldn’t make sense of things. But then I began the process of civilising myself and trying to become a decent human being. I’m still working on it.

I lived a dual life, and when my dual life exploded, I began to feel much happier.

I began to write a kind of waltz and in a little more than an hour I had the theme written.

The universe began in a moment and will end in it.

At 50, I began to know who I was. It was like waking up to myself.

Western concepts of ownership and privatization came in and clashed with that. So land began to be exchanged.

I don’t think that when Zionism began there was a claim that we were losing – even in part – our capacity to contribute to other peoples.

I began cutting up fish when I was a little kid.

Leftism should be about the people. That’s how it began.

… the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began…