Every now and then I used to wonder if the disease was making him say things he didn't mean.

Then something came clear to me which I used to wonder about.

I used to wonder what it was like to be rich.

I used to wonder a little about what it felt like to have them, you know.

I used to wonder why they should hate me so much.

I used to wonder if he was the only man I'd ever know more than in passing.

I used to wonder why he came out at all.

I used to wonder why you never had a girl.

I used to wonder how people could have failed to see the real problem.

I used to wonder: don't they have work to do?