I refused to wear make-up on TV. I wanted my music to be heard.
I have to say I regretted giving up animated movies.
I don't enter, I'm entered. It's up to someone else. It's up to them.
All these songs honestly explore the ups and downs of my reality.
When I was growing up I actually was into Bon Jovi!
Growing up, I was sort of a tomboy. I was the one skating with the boys.
I was a ballerina for 10 years growing up, but I stopped.
I never give up on things.
I actually have a stash of wigs for Halloween. But only for that. Not to play dress-up.
I didn't have any pets growing up.
I'm moving to a point that I'm fed up with the N.C.A.A. dictation.
I do at least 75 push-ups a day.
Growing up, I thought wearing a suit was a burden.
I just didn't work that much while the kids were growing up.
I think a performer should do his work and then shut up.
He wondered if today was that day, if he’d wake up different, wake up someone else who remembered him fondly. A new Doctor. He wondered if he’d approve. Would he be more gentle? That might not be so bad. More vengeful? He hoped not. Maybe he’d ...
Being Jesus means that we go through life embracing it all fully and feeling it all deeply. That we don’t hide and try to protect ourselves. That we live. That we show up. That we laugh. That we cry. That we hurt. That we heal. That we care. That w...
Inexplicably, I felt drops of icy sweat dripping up my back. I am aware that icy and sweat are contradictory by their very nature and should not be able to coexist in the same freakish bead of ICK WHAT IS THAT falling up my back. I am also aware thin...
Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life passing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lips. The whole world might have turned upside down! The others disappeared; there she was alone with Sall...
You're my hero, Rhage." Ears pricked up, Rhage watched her closely. Anything she said was important to him, and how lovely was that? "I always thought I'd grow up and find my own hero." Rainie grimaced at herself in the mirror. Obviously she shouldn'...
How does one become a writer, Harry? By never giving up. You know, Marcus, that freedom-the desire for freedom-is a war in itself. We live in a society of defeated office workers, and to get ourselves out of this fix, we must fight-against ourselves ...
