What a world! Whether you're right or wrong, as long as you're strong, you're right.
That makes me think of spandex-covered football players. It's not me. I'm in rhinestones and velvet, not spandex.
Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.
I grew my beard out a little bit just to show that, indeed, I am a man.
I will be 60 or 70 years old still rocking my Chanel blazer with my hair all coiffed.
I played soccer, and I was the kid who ran the wrong way, or I was pretending to be some sort of zebra and I would flail my arms and kick up my legs.
Masculinity is what you believe it to be. I think masculinity and femininity is something that's very old-fashioned. There's a whole new generation of people who aren't defined by their sex or race or who they like to sleep with.
If fake news that's being released by some foreign government is almost identical to reports that are being issued through partisan news venues, then it's not surprising that that foreign propaganda will have a greater effect, because it doesn't seem that far-fetched compared to some of the other stuff that folks are hearing from domestic propagandists.
This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.
Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven and you know who greeted me at the gate? The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers.
After you manage the Yankees for 12 years, it's really tough to envision going somewhere else. But then the Dodgers called.