I am a pretty tough guy. I'm an old hockey player.
Dirty Harry, for example. Clint Eastwood was not a rogue cop. He was a maverick cop, but he was a good guy.
I used to spend most of my time straining to be a nice guy so people would like me.
First time I ever played a bad guy. I didn't want to do it. I got stuck in bad guys for 13 years after that.
I live out in the desert, in farm country. I'm around a lot of farmers, guys with packing houses, that sort of thing. Half the time, these guys are in their pajamas or in their slippers. It's their place.
Sibel: Cahit! I'm getting laid! Cahit: [looking at Sibel and then the guy] Sibel: Did you see the guy?
Nice Guy Eddie: We got places all over the place.
I like guys with a nice smile. I know it's cliche, but it's so true! I like a guy with a nice smile and nice eyes.
If I loved a guy as much as I love my dog, the guy would be in serious trouble. Because I'm all over that dog, all the time.
My mom used to say that I became a fighter and a scrapper and a tough guy to protect who I am at my core.
I'm an outdoorsy guy, but I also enjoy the average teenager stuff - video games, movies, hanging with friends. I'm just a normal guy!
If I kind of like a guy, then I'm a fantastic flirt. But with a guy I truly like, I get painfully shy.
I'm the type of guy that feels pressure when I have to order dinner. I'm just that type of guy but that's my fuel. I work well with pressure.
You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.
Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart ...
The song is an unvarnished love shout, an implorement tinged with...anger? Something like anger, but the anger of a philosoher, the anger of a pot. An anger directed at the transience of the world, at its heartbreaking beauty that collides constantly...
Then one woman looked directly at her husband. "Is our place gone?" "I'm afraid so, girl," he said. "There isn't much left up there. But we're alive. We're all lucky to be alive. We'd have been dead if we'd stayed up above." "Oh, what a mercy we didn...
Appreciate What You Have" Just sitting, looking, thinking, Staring at the coffee which I was drinking, Oh, what a lucky person I must be, That God gave me sight to see. Then reading the news, I saw some more, That I still have hands to be able to dra...
A walk with a two-year-old is very Zen; it is not about the end but the journey. He needs to pet the dog someone is walking; to roll down the slight incline to the church basement, and then roll again, and again, and again; to remind me of the place ...
But people like the doll guy who sells women and the dog guy who buys women, and other guys who, say, rape women, or maybe don’t go as far as violent rape but treat women like objects instead of people—sure, there’s a difference in the level of...
I don't like any one race or look or type of guy. My tastes as far as looks go are very diverse. I like guys with scruffy beards and leather jackets, but I also like a clean-cut 'GQ'-type guy, so my tastes are very ranged among somebody who laughs at...
