
Source: 1990s and beyond, The Book of Probes : Marshall McLuhan (2011), p. 141
Purportedly a response by Chesterton to the question posed around 1910 by the Times of London (along with other luminaries), but biographer Kevin Belmonte, in 'Defiant Joy: the Remarkable Life & Impact of G.K. Chesterton', was unable to verify. Belmonte surmises its origin in an anecdote that while writing What's Wrong with the World (told in the book's preface), he would delight in telling society ladies that "I have been doing 'What is Wrong' all this morning." http://books.google.com/books?id=1rsXvfW2aiEC
Misattributed
Source: 1990s and beyond, The Book of Probes : Marshall McLuhan (2011), p. 141
Source: The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey
"In Conversation", TV interview by Rajiv Mehrotra, Doordarshan Television News, India, 3 March 2006.
2000s
Source: "Viktor Yanukovych accepts blame for Ukraine bloodshed, defends zoo" in The Sydney Morning Herald https://www.smh.com.au/world/viktor-yanukovych-accepts-blame-for-ukraine-bloodshed-defends-zoo-at-his-residence-20150623-ghvvj9.html (24 June 2015)
“There's nothing wrong with the world. What's wrong is our way of looking at it.”
Source: Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch (1957), p. 351
"I Am What I Am," from La Cage aux Folles (1983) http://www.bassey.co.uk/blog/shirley_bassey/2006_08_07_peggyblog.html
“What? I bring joy to the world. I am filled with mirth and sunlight. Also, I am Batman.”
“I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve”
Expo '86
Transatlanticism (2003)
Voice: Young Man
1840s, Repetition (1843)
Context: One sticks one’s finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what land one is: I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this thing called the world? What does this world mean? Who is it that has lured me into the world? Why was I not consulted, why not made acquainted with its manners and customs instead of throwing me into the ranks, as if I had been bought by a kidnapper, a dealer in souls? How did I obtain an interest in this big enterprise they call reality? Why should I have an interest in it? Is it not a voluntary concern? And if I am to be compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I should like to make a remark to him. Is there no director? Whither shall I turn with my complaint?