I think people think of me as this elegant person because they always see me dressed up.
If you wanna fly high with me you have to play blind on me !!
When you hear me, you know it's me, regardless of the song.
In the end, there's something of the puritan work ethic about me that roles really must sustain me on an intellectual level.
I never know what's going to move me. I'm always surprised. And it's always a mystery to the people who work with me.
Designers and photographers still want to work with me and I'm grateful for that. I don't know how long I'll carry on - as long as they'll have me.
The phone's not ringing off the hook, but that's ok by me. I feel very fortunate, work to me has become a kind of hobby.
I work with my acting coach to help me get into character and do pronunciation drills and tongue twisters to help me deliver lines.
I know people like to work for me, and quite a few have gotten rich working for me.
I always believe someone somewhere is working harder than me and that motivates me to work harder, give 100%.
Activism, to me, I don't know if it really works. It may work for somebody else, but it does not work for me.
I have a personal barber, Mister C. He lives in Brooklyn, but he travels with me. He used to cut Lady Gaga's hair, but he fired her to work for me.
Compared to dancing, films seemed to me to be the work of lay bums. There was no physical pain; it was enough to say and imagine what was in the script. It was very easy for me.
I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.
NOVIA. ¡Porque yo me fui con el otro, me fui! (Con angustia.) Tú también te hubieras ido. Yo era una mujer quemada, llena de llagas por dentro y por fuera,y tu hijo era un poquito de agua de la que yo esperaba hijos, tierra, salud; pero el otro er...
I look at sex differently than most people. It’s an exchange, and it should be good for both parties. I don’t want you to spread your legs and let me have you because you want someone to hold you. If you want me to hold you, ask me. I want you to...
Why do you think there aren’t rules to how sex will work? You didn’t want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn’t turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn’t you?” Sh...
The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. “So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you…” “He take it,” she corrected. “I ...
You think I don’t know pain?” Puck shook his head at me. “Or loss? I’ve been around a lot longer than you, prince! I know what love is, and I’ve lost my fair share, too. Just because we have a different way of handling it, doesn’t mean I ...
Melissa: Why would you go to Las Vegas? Stu Price: 'Cause my best friend was getting married, and that's what guys do. Melissa: That's not what *you* do. Stu Price: Really? Well, then why did I do it? Huh? 'Cause I did it! Riddle me that! Why'd I do ...
I'm talking to the door, but I want the walls to hear me.
