My first commercial was an Old Navy commercial where I stood in line in front of a club, and Fran Drescher was in it.
I feel like something magical is going to happen, and I feel like all the stars have finally lined up perfectly for Angie Stone.
The writing is important, but the way you say the line and the pause you give it, the facial expression - all of that is very important.
As a matter of fact I don't like politics. I really don't. I think it's so jaded now and everybody has to follow the party line.
Typically, students slide into debt through the extension (by credit card companies) of unaffordable credit lines.
Let’s get right on top of the bottom line: You must live your personal values at work.
Reflections...passages in time..sometimes, the only things that make sense..the only peace I find..is found somewhere, unwritten..in between the lines.
You take stuff from different places, and sometimes you stick a line in because it rhymes, not because it makes sense.
There is a very, narrow, thinness of line between the living and the dead; actually, it's just a lack of a heartbeat away.
I'm a magpie in my fiction, taking whatever looks shiny and curious to line the nest of my story.
Prison makes an interesting context for so many different characters to come together. You get to see what lines get drawn between people.
You see, the thing is, if you don't do anything to your face, and you get old, and you can stand up, and you can remember your lines, the work is there.
When it comes to two of the big social earthquakes in the last fifty years - which are the gay movement and the women's movement - I think there is a direct line from Kinsey to those.
The structure of 'March' was laid down for me before the first line was written, because my character has to exist within Louisa May Alcott's 'Little Women' plotline.
His hair was shorter than I remembered, tawny in this half-light, the tousled edges casually framing the clean, commanding lines of his face. His mouth, normally so stern was relaxed now and as I stared a slight sweet smile touched his lips, its curv...
I'd watch his smooth chest rise and fall with each steady breath, I'd watch the pulsating of his stomach when he laughed, and I'd never forget to make a comment or two about the wispy trail of grey fuzz that lined up perfectly centre with his body - ...
Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either -- but right through every human heart -- and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Ins...
If you don't believe in God, it may help to remember this great line of Geneen Roth's: that awareness is learning to keep yourself company. And then learn to be more compassionate company, as if you were somebody you are fond of and wish to encourage...
I had a dream about you. You were crying, and I couldn’t tell if it was because you were sad or because you’d been laughing too hard. So I decided to find out by telling you that I’d just heard from the cops, and your mother had been murdered. ...
I'll probably never produce a masterpiece, but so what? I feel I have a Sound aborning, which is my own, and that Sound if erratic is still my greatest pride, because I would rather write like a dancer shaking my ass to boogaloo inside my head, and p...
If Laura was so prolific with poems, and in truth she was, then what was the problem with Megan’s request? Couldn’t Laura, with a little doing, keep stringing together line after line of words and construct, in time, a novel? It seemed logical, b...
