I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.
And I'm not very coordinated, either. Only on ice skates, not in real life.
It doesn’t extinguish the fire with ice. (On n’éteint pas le feu - Avec des glaçons.)
I just thought that it was magical having to glide across the ice.
Right now I'm happy to be on the ice anywhere, anytime.
A woman at 20 is like ice, at 30 she is warm and at 40 she is hot.
I drink red wine on ice to water it down.
Cheech: It stinks on fucking hot ice.
I know exactly what I'm doing on the ice, and I'm in my element.
Off the ice, I can be soft, and I can be elegant and sweet.
The ice has to face the heat and melt to reach the Ocean.
From a young age I was obsessed with the mysterious, the esoteric, the paranormal.
Old age is a woman's hell.
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