I've learned how to use my spam filter pretty effectively.
Soloing was pretty easy for me because it was probably the first thing I've ever done.
I understand that Detroit was a pretty rough place to grow up in the '70s and '80s.
I don't mind paying the taxes I pay, which is pretty considerable.
Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
From 1968 on, I was pretty much the black, gay SF writer.
When you combine ignorance and leverage, you get some pretty interesting results.
I'm happy pretty well anywhere on this big, beautiful planet.
I'm pretty terrible at writing, so the way I kind of therapeutically get through things is by drawing.
I'm pretty much a thrift shop gal. Flea markets on Sundays.
For any couple, once you delve into the idea of non-monogamy, you're entering pretty frightening territory.
When I model I pretty much go blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.
Grissom is pretty asexual. He's not that interested in anything other than work - except for Lady Heather. She's the closest to getting his heart of anyone.
People are thrown off by someone who looks feminine, but is also strong. It's not that pretty girls aren't smart, it's that women aren't strong.
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