I am someone who always gets up again, even if there are setbacks. I have a survivor instinct. I'm not sure where it comes from, but probably from all the little things that make you into who you are.
I'm not big on sequels; I've done them, but I like doing little things that have their own timelessness to them, classic type things, and then you go onto something new.
I look a little bit like Barbie and talk a little bit like Ken. It's easier for me to sit in the middle of the boys' club than to be surrounded by people concerned about getting their hair and nails done.
The groups that have awarded them are all a little different. It's a little hard to single out any one for that, but I think the dedication of this building would have to go toward the top of the list.
Overspending is as certain a part of the holiday season as overeating. But pushing away from both the table and the cash register at least a little bit sooner can make the post-holiday hangover hurt a little bit less.
A sound mind in a sound body, is a short, but full description of a happy state in this World: he that has these two, has little more to wish for; and he that wants either of them, will be little the better for anything else.
I can be fascinated with very little things. The clouds stimulate my imagination, and sometimes I just sit somewhere and go on dreaming for a long time. Your head is also a computer. When you're dreaming, you are simulating a world in which you are l...
If I've gone to the market on Saturday, and I go another time on Tuesday, then I'm really prepared. I can cook a little piece of fish; I can wilt some greens with garlic; I can slice tomatoes and put a little olive oil on. It's effortless.
I was a lawyer for 10 years - a short time, but it molded me into who I am. My clients were little people fighting big corporations, so it was a natural thing to not only represent the little guy but also to pull for him - it's the American way.
I can rock out anything. I mean, I can rock out a little 'Time After Time'. I can do a little 'Grease Lightning'. It depends on the mood, but we do go karaoke, my friends and I in Los Angeles, and it's a lot of fun.
In 1994, after four years of talking about travel on my first show, I realized I knew so little about the world - I knew so little about myself. I decided to quit my job and pursue a postgraduate degree in New York.
Vector: [after shrinking toilet] Look at you, a little tiny toilet, for little tiny people to... [toilet breaks, spraying water on Vector] Vector: Ah! Curse you, tiny toilet!
Little Mary: Is this the ear you can't hear on? [whispering in his bad ear] Little Mary: George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die.
Ariel: All right, I'm going inside. You can just stay here and watch for sharks. Flounder: Okay. Yeah, you go. I'll just stay and What? Sharks? Ariel!
[first lines] Prince Eric: Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea! Grimsby: [leaning over rail] Oh, yes urp delightful.
Prince Eric: Believe me, Grim, when I find the right girl, I'll know. Without a doubt, it'll just bam hit me. Like lightening. [Lightning cracks in the background]
Grimsby: Happy Birthday, Eric! [Reveals a statue of Prince Eric, Max growls at it] Prince Eric: Uh, gee Grim. It's it's really something! Grimsby: Yes, I commissioned it myself.
Carol Lipton: Helen Dubin's wrong for Ted. She's too mousey. Larry Lipton: Well, he's a little mousey. They could have their little rodent time together, they could eat cheese together...
[trying to unlock the cage lock to Stromboli's cage so Pinocchio can get out] Jiminy Cricket: Needs a little oil. ["Needs a little oil" echoes through the lock] Jiminy Cricket: That's what I said.
Anzor "Duke" Yugorsky: The little prick... insults the Duke. He don't eat in this house. You hear me, you little snotface? Stay in your room! Jerk off to your fucking Razors! Faggot!
Jack Torrance: Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in. Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin? Well then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in. [axes the door]
