I'm just an actress. They try to give me as little information as possible.
Every little action creates an effect: We are all interconnected.
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
I have never had the opportunity to play in England, so I know little about it.
In the past, I've thrown myself into work so much there's been very little room for anything else.
It's the moms who always have to work a little harder, to make everything right.
I've actually thought very little about solo work up until just very recently.
In whatever work environment, whether we admit it or not, there is always a little part of us that has been or will be tempted by a lifestyle for the wrong reasons.
I find that it's nice to work with somebody and spin off on someone else's feelings. You get a little jaded by yourself.
For me, juggling mommyhood and work is a challenge, but each day I learn little tricks to make it all come together.
I do enjoy wearing a little heel when I'm at work, but when I'm running around with my son, it's a different story!
Sometimes it's a little bit like being a politician. We have work to do in understanding our users' sentiments.
When you hear somebody justifying a war by citing the Almighty, I get a little worried, frankly.
It's my own deep-rooted feeling that our souls never truly die and that life continues in some way. I know I need to have patience as my beliefs continue to evolve with my personal growth. As I've looked around at the things I do have in my life, I'v...
I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn't ridicule senility, it would elevate it, worship it, wouldn't it? We would train ourselves to see poetry in the nonsense of demen...
The revelation that there was nothing "special" about humanity didn't shock her. Not specifically. She'd always been cynical about that sort of thing. The idea that reality was all too big to even quantify in any meaningful way didn't disturb her muc...
With the ferrule of his walking-stick Denis began to scratch the boar's long bristly back. The animal moved a little so as to bring himself within easier range of the instrument that evoked in him such delicious sensations; then he stood stock still,...
One of the mistakes many of us make is that we feel sorry for ourselves, or for others, thinking that life should be fair, or that someday it will be. It's not and it won't. When we make this mistake we tend to spend a lot of time wallowing and/or co...
I continued to move my fingers across his skin exactly as I had before, but I needed to make a decision. I had reached for him, but I could back out of it by trailing my fingers down his arm and settling my hand in his, like I wanted us to be friends...
When a child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just -- his world falls into pa...
There was rarely an obvious branching point in a person's life. People changed slowly, over time. You didn't take on step, then find yourself in a completely new location. You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you ...
