Shut up," I hissed. Ticked that he was taller than me, I stepped up onto a nearby coffee table. "I'm not in a cage anymore," I said, keeping enough presence of mind not to poke him in the chest with a finger. His face went startled, then cloric. "The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism. And if you ever threaten me again, I'll slam you halfway across the room before you can say number-two pencil. Got it, you tall freak of nature?
I wanted control over what was said and what was not said, rather than holding my head down in shame.
First and foremost, prayer is so helpful. But I think that you need to face your fears head on. Don't avoid them or say that you're not scared. Acknowledge it and be honest about it. It's normal to get nervous about a big game or to get nervous about an important event in your life.
I don't mind a little Sturm und Drang. When I was doing 'Riding in Cars With Boys,' I wouldn't smile at anybody, because my character, Bev, was angry at the world. I'm the opposite. Inside my head I'd be like, God, I'll explain to you at the end of shooting that I'm not this person.
I dream for a living. Once a month the sky falls on my head, I come to, and I see another movie I want to make.
I have my own goals in my head in terms of things that would be great to happen.
There is no reason to hit a woman. And I was just like, really? I could give you like 17 right off the top of my head.
I am not bald - my head is just a solar panel for a sex machine.
Love does not exist, it's like religion, the state wants you to believe in that kind of crap so they can control you, and f**k your head up.
I would totally lose myself in the music and be a gypsy. I would go wherever I wanted to in my head - wherever the music took me. My body followed.
Mickey Cray had been out of work ever since a dead iguana fell from a palm tree and hit him on the head.
So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.
His head was turned by too great success.
My dad gave me a haircut. . . and it wasn't a very good one. When I went out of the house, my friends got on my case and said it looked like someone put a chili bowl over my head and cut around it.
It is obvious I shall have to abandon my hopes of getting the Queen's head off the stamps.
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup, And even though you're fed up, Huh, ya got to keep your head up.
I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick. One that won't make me crash my car, or make my head three feet thick.
I got some bad ideas in my head.
This whole sort of 'war on women' sort of thing, I'm scratching my head because if there was a war on women, I think they won.
It's all in your head -- you just have no idea how big your head is.