You have to be easily scared to know what it's like to be scared.
I think, as a woman, you do sort of have to work twice as hard, but I don't feel as if I wasn't given opportunities.
We didn't miss it. This is it. C'mon. You wanna go home?
I've been obsessed with doomsday for a long time - the idea that different cultures respond to it differently, and religions will change people's outlook on it.
I'm from Jersey, so I have a love of T. G. I. Friday's and chain restaurants in general. When you go to a Friday's, it seems like everyone's on ecstasy and way too happy anyway.
Actors want to work. Give them characters they want to play, or a story they want to tell, and hopefully the budget will follow.
I think when you take forever off the table, it does something really interesting to what you think is important.
Kaldar smiled at her. Now there was a work of art. If she were just a girl and he were just a man, and they met at a party, that smile would've guaranteed him a date. The man was hot. There was no doubt. But right now, all it would get him was a solid punch in those even teeth. Audrey laughed. "Aren't you sweet? Tell me, do girls usually throw their panties at you when you do that?" He grinned wider, and she glimpsed the funny evil spark in his eyes. "Do men throw money when you do your little Southern belle?
If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with heart-shaped sunglasses and cotton candy hair; if Los Angeles is this woman, then the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister. The teenybopper sister snaps bug stretchy pink bubbles over her tongue and checks her lipgloss in the rearview mirror,. . . Teeny plays the radio too loud and bites her nails, wondering if the glitter polish will poison her.
It is funny, but it strikes me that a person without anecdotes that they nurse while they live, and that survive them, are more likely to be utterly lost not only to history but the family following them. Of course this is the fate of most souls, reducing entire lives, no matter how vivid and wonderful, to those sad black names on withering family trees, with half a date dangling after and a question mark.
True humility is absolute obedience and dependence on God. It puts Him first, others second, and ourselves third in all things.