A great silence has descended on me for the last six months. I am as silent as an Arab in the desert, as dry, thirsty, and full of wonder and rumours which do not materialize into camels or travellers at all, but just vanish into the silent spaces from where they came. I expect this is a good thing though it is extremely irritating - the brink of a voice and never a voice.
Am I willing to go to Mars? Yes, but I'm not willing to spend nine months getting there, then wait 18 more months until the planets align to come home.
I had gotten injured during the boxing, and I was supposed to take several months off because I'd had a couple of concussions, and so I sort of just left the boxing and got into the acting by accident.
I wouldn't mind being in one place for two months or so. It really doesn't sound so bad!
August is a wicked month.
To come to the Oscars for the first time and be seven months pregnant is quite a thing!
I post pictures that I want to post and say what I want to say. If that's three times a day or three times per month then whatever.
I'm not a lawyer I'm a kind of mouthpieceactivist type, though occasionally they shave me and stuff me into my Bar Mitzvah suit and send me to a standards body or the UN to stir up trouble. I spend about three weeks a month on the road doing completely weird stuff like going to Microsoft to talk about DRM.
My first album was completed in three months.
CSETI (The Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence) has in the past 18 months succeeded in intentionally establishing contact with extraterrestrial spacecraft, on two occasions at very close range, and with multiple witnesses present.
No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.
You know, a few months ago, I made a terrible mistake. I realized something, and instead of crushing the thought the moment it came I. . . I let it hang on, and now I know it to be true. And I'm afraid it's stuck in my head forever. These are the best days of our lives. It's a terrible thing to know, but I know it.
I've been making Vine videos for a couple of months. They're just six-second little videos, but I really have fun doing them. It's just fun to feel like you created something.
I've got a grocery bill at the end of every month. Our toothpaste, our orange juice, that all gets paid. But I - it is true that I don't carry my wallet that often.
I don't like the dislocation of being away for months at a time. It's not conducive to having a life.
Every day I spend time on the treadmill. I am walking faster, stronger and harder than I was two months ago.
I think the days of putting your feet up when you're pregnant are long gone. Women who are nine months pregnant now have to work till the bitter end - they don't get to be on TV.
Hollywood is an illusion. These intense workplaces, with very close relationships, a few months at a time - and then it ends.
The worst time in any writer's life is the two months before publication. ALL writers become mental and pathetic, even those of devout faith, who have some psychological healing to lean up against, and gorgeous lives. All writers think that this time, the jig is up, and they will be exposed as frauds.
As well as being blind, Ma turned out to have the same mental illness that her mother had had. Between 1986 and 1990, she suffered six schizophrenic bouts, each requiring her to be institutionalised for up to three months.