I'm interested in playing lots of different complex women.
Jeffrey woke up, tied to the high-backed chair in his bedroom, nude. He could hear his wife giggling in the hallway, the hardwood floors creaking with her footsteps with what must have been someone else too. He was gagged, a tight cloth wrapped aroun...
Slowly, but steadily, my feelings did start to change- feelings about myself as a woman and feelings about what sexuality really is and what it really isn't. I -like most everyone who identified as gay or lesbian -felt very comfortable, very at home ...
Fear holds us back from living the lives we want. Use your 20s to make bold decisions, follow different paths, learn from heartbreak, and figure out who you are. When you’re 30, do you want to look back at the same boring job, the stale relationshi...
Character is the real you-“the you in you that makes you the you, you are
I have a life. A real one. And not all of it is with you.
I grew up mostly in Schenectady, N.Y. From an early age, building and creating things was a real passion for me.
The real luxury travel of the modern age is not through space; it's through time.
Poor eating habits developed at an early age lead to a lifetime of real health consequences.
Direct confrontation, direct conversation is real respect. And it's amazing how many people get that.
A certain amount of anger doesn't make us less empathetic, less humane, less loving. It just makes us real.
I have a preference for rough architecture, real, inexpensive, unfinished.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
We should always remember that sensitiveness and emotion constitute the real content of a work of art.
A real scientist solves problems, not wails that they are unsolvable.
The real heart of strategy is the strategist.
After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?
Psi and/or magical powers, if real, are nearly useless.
What is real and what is not is for your heart to decide and for your heart to know.
No real adventure ever started by waiting patiently by a doorstep.
Que difícil era saber lo que era real y lo que no
