I'm Valentino Rossi. And I want to be a person, not an icon.
As for the level of spectacle of the two disciplines, I leave it to the people who watch the races to comment.
I was lucky. My father raced bikes. He gave me the passion very early. I had my first bike when I was three or four years old.
My father raced bikes. He gave me the passion very early. I had my first bike when I was three or four years old.
I visualized high school as being like 'Saved By the Bell.'
I visualized high school as being like 'Saved By the Bell.' I decided I would do all the things they did on that show.
A theater is being given over to market forces, which means that a whole generation that should be able to do theater as well as see it is being completely deprived.
Shakespeare lets us see real people undergoing real processes, with real feelings.
As per the age-old Customs and Central Excise Rules 1967, a person is allowed to carry only Rs 20,000 worth of gold.
Does Sex Matter? Of course it does. But does it matter enough to Matter? That's a different question.
As a teenager, I put a lot of pressure on myself, and a lot of that, for me, was about finding a moral high ground. As I've grown up, I've decided to abandon that because it made me judgmental and also stressed me out.
There's really no way to be perfect. Perfectionism is a silly trait to have, so in a lot of ways that inspired the world of 'Divergent,' in which everyone is striving toward that ideal and falling short of it.
Seeing people who are actually reading your book and listening to the wide variety of reactions they have to it, is really special.
If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you've created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there's no conflict, there are no stories worth telling - or reading!
For me, acting was a way of releasing all of this stuff that I had inside - and a way for me to tell the stories of the people I knew, so that their spirit could live through me.
I like to say that I didn't choose acting - acting chose me.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
