I love playing sport.
Once you get to know me, you would know in a second that I am an East Coast girl. You can tell because I'm not flaky, and I will tell you how it is. I also walk faster than they walk in L. A.
I'm more of a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl.
I have a lot of friends who are infected with HIV, and you wanna protect them. . . To increase the awareness of it and to find a cure for it, the human lives we would save would be a really awesome thing. You just have to involve yourself as much as you can.
Believe. Believe in yourself. Believe in others. Believe there is positive in everything.
I make Jessica Simpson look like a rock scientist.
If you want to be mean to each other, just buy a country together and blow each other up. Then we'd have no terrorists left.
We've painted ourselves into a corner where the only choice is real nightmare - triage, epidemic disease, famine, fascism, the collapse of human rights - or a leap to an entirely different level. We've taken business-as-usual off the menu. Now only the extreme possibilities loom.
More men die of worry than of work, because more men worry than work.
Of course, we all need to have basic necessities met, such as good health care, good food, good education and good housing. But what is good? Having too much is bad, as having too little is also bad.
This you may say of man - when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back.