Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily.
Her name was called Lady Helena Herring and her age was 25 and she mated well with the earl.
I always had a good dexterity. The story in my family goes that at the age of 3 I could thread needles faster than anybody.
Even during the golden age of fashion, you had haute couture houses where the designers didn't have money.
I was a little doubtful about the propriety of going to the Mammoth Cave without a gentleman escort, but if two ladies travel alone they must have the courage of men.
I enjoy being recognized. I'll be very sad if people stop recognizing me. I'll be very sad if I'm not interviewed, because that's a very amazing process.
I think there is something to be said for not feeling like just because you're a model you have to be dressed up, look amazing, go to every party, and be smiling all the time.
It's amazing to be able to work with people right at the top of whatever they do... inspiring photographers and stylists with very interesting visual language. The more I do it, the more I enjoy it.
I try as much as possible to give you a great basic product and what comes out, I feel, is really amazing.
My dad has totally taken my Cat Stevens T-shirt, but it's OK; I have his Black Flag one, and that's amazing.
Experiencing sadness and anger can make you feel more creative, and by being creative, you can get beyond your pain or negativity.
Even though education was key in my family, I had no access to museums or art where we lived. I was a bit starved.
I dated a lot, but I never really had anyone who was worthy of an anniversary. And most girlfriends never made it to a year, anyway.
Go fuck yourself," I replied, always the lady. "I'm staying here.
Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.
I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.
There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.
The Tone is the Message.
To be honest, I think cell phones were invented by the devil.
She knew that each emotion came and went, knew that she could cope with whatever life threw at her.
Secrets were never good. They were supposed to protect people, but they never did. They always made things worse.
