If you Fail, Never Give Up because, F.A.I.L means "First Attempt In Learning".
Until is a very important word. It means that you will never give up.
Washington politicians should not be treated any differently than any other American. That's what people are fed up with.
When I was a little girl in the 1950s, it would not have been possible for me to say, I want to be an anchorwoman when I grow up.
I moved to Manchester to join a band and ended up getting into acting, and I moved back to London to become an actor and ended up joining a band.
I sometimes find reality far more fantastical and unlikely than what I could just make up.
Every child is going to grow up. You can see it happen in the books: They get older and older and belong to themselves to a greater and greater extent.
Of course, I have the emotional ups and downs of pregnancy, like crying jags for no reason and then the next day I can't even remember what I was crying about!
I grew up listening to people speaking broken English. I probably picked that up. And I probably speak English almost as a second language.
Rules are made for people who aren't willing to make up their own.
The girls show more skin these days, but I think, generally, they behave the same way as when I was growing up.
A single prop that does not look real to an audience can louse you up. The same is true of the smallest flaw in setting up the motivation in a story line.
Growing up I wanted to be a mixture of Audrey Hepburn and Lucille Ball. Apparently I told my mum when I was eight that I wanted to be an actor.
When you have kids you do grow up. I have just started realising it now-it changes the world, having children.
I was a huge fantasy geek growing up. I was the dungeon master in my D&D game.
When you wake up with a song stuck in your head, it means an angel sang you to sleep.
I keep vampire hours, going to bed at 2 A.M. and waking up at about 10:30-11 A.M.
I slowly continued to compensate for the physical problems I was having and ended up completely destroying my swing, my set-up, my posture. Everything was gone.
I am not, I repeat, NOT a lesbian - even though I'd like to be one when I grow up.
This is perhaps the hardest truth of any to grasp. Do we wake up every morning amazed that we are loved by God?
I wake up and check my Instagram to see what I missed out on last night. Then I check my Twitter. Then I check my Tumblr.
