The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
I'm not on good terms with any of my exes. That's why we're not together anymore. We're not friends.
I don't want to be on the cover of Playboy or Vogue.
I think no matter what you look like, the key is to first of all be happy with yourself. And then you know if you want to try to improve things that you don't like about yourself, then do it after your appreciate yourself.
So is it over is this really it You've given up so easily I thought you loved me more than this
I am quite loud and bolshie. I'm a big personality. I walk into a room, big and tall and loud.
I've never had a problem with the way I look. I'd rather go for lunch with my friends than go to a gym.
I think that most of us [writers] would rather have an audience than countless riches. If we wanted to be rich, we'd be doing smething else.
Our relationship is complicated by the fact that I am emotionally retarded.
Into this wild Abyss The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave-- Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds,-- Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith He had to cross.
Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.