I claimed myself and remade my life.
I'm basically a really happy person. My life is nuts, but it feels complete.
I love a man who loves his mama, which is one of the many reasons I'm crazy about Justin Timberlake.
I majored in psychology, and I still love listening to people's problems.
I know exercise is important, but I hate it!
I have an impressionable palate. A well-worded menu or beautifully presented dish excites me. I get a great deal of pleasure just thinking about food.
When I found out that I was going to be CBS every morning, my first phone call was to Jenny Craig. Ten days later, I lost nine pounds. Now I even take the plan's popcorn with me to the movies.
Everybody who knows Formula 1 knows McLaren and knows that it is the greatest team in Formula 1.
A hippo sandwich is easy to make. All you do is simply take one slice of bread, one slice of cake, some mayonnaise, one onion ring, one hippopotamus, one piece of string, a dash of pepper. That ought to do it. And now comes the problem. . . biting into it!
Within our whole universe the story only has the authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: "Who am I?"
The last function of reason is to recognize that there are an infinity of things which surpass it.