And my first thought was, I've lost it.

My first thought was, Well, you know, there's George Bush.

And for the first several hours, there was exactly one thought in my head.

The first thing I thought about was my mom, who was crying over beside me.

I was thinking about my place in the universe, and about my first thought about what infinity might mean, when I was a child.

And she thought for a minute and said, It's the first time I can see my husband's face in winter.

At first, I thought they were sick.

At first, I thought I was sick.

So, my closing thought.

At first, I thought he was your brother.

At first, I thought he was your brother.

I thought, my career's over.

I thought, oh my gosh.

That thought crossed my mind.

So I thought I'd better look it up first.

At first we thought that perhaps this was artifact.

People thought about, Oh, my God.

I thought he was my brother.

I thought you were my friend.

I thought my head would explode.

George At first, I thought it was a strange idea.

She thought I'd gone off my head.

My story is the power of thought.

When I first read that, I thought, That sentence is inane.

And I thought about my dad, and I thought, Good God, I'm so not Sue now.

I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy testimonies.

I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy testimonies.

You'd have thought Kleenex was my corporate sponsor.

He goes, I thought you were my driver.

She thought, Well, my mom always did this.

So I thought that that's actually my problem.

Time passed, and they thought he had surely forgotten them, at first.

Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

I thought, My goodness, what taboo have I broken?

And I thought, My God, wouldn't that be something?

Certainly I thought that I should encounter my reckoning.'

Certainly I thought that I should encounter my reckoning.'

This is my first trip, my first foreign trip as a first lady.

So the first thing I thought of is we have to thank him.

I didn't see either of the planes hit, and when I glanced out my window, I saw the first tower burning, and I thought it might have been an accident.

The man who I thought was my friend deceived me.

So, my urging, my thought, is that the Internet isn't just a pile of information.

When I first heard this theme, I thought, well, embracing otherness is embracing myself.

So, the first thing I'd like you to do is a little thought experiment.