I don't enter, I'm entered. It's up to someone else. It's up to them.
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.
It doesn't stand up to huge intellectual scrutiny.
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.
Women standing up for each other is critically important.
I excuse myself and go to the ladies’ room. Washing my hands, I give myself a little you can do this type pep talk. When I walk out, I see him leaned up against the wall opposite the door. "Long line for the men's room?" I try to joke, moving past ...
Down with the Miserable Moneygrumps ™!
The bottom line is down where it belongs - at the bottom.
Put. That coffee. Down. Coffee's for closers only.
Down the steps, ...over the corpses, ...careers the pram with the child.
I have a very childish attitude to books - a very non-analytic enthusiasm... like Alice falling down the chute.
I think clothes are very much a representation of your attitude and the way you feel. I really love to be dressed down, though.
