It's fine to discuss money in France, as long as you're complaining that you don't have enough, or boasting about getting a bargain.
I had a rat-tail when I was younger. I had this nice Bobby Brown fade, with a rat-tail that was long enough to wrap around my face. I used to chew on the end and bite it.
I benched up to 500 pounds one day and decided that was enough because I knew the risk of a pec tear or a shoulder injury would be catastrophic to my bodybuilding career.
In the 1960s, you had this booming economy, and you didn't really have enough men around to fill all the jobs. So there was this sudden demand that women come back and perform a lot of the white-collar and pink-collar roles that men had done before or that hadn't existed before.
I auditioned for the leading role in 'The Kissing Booth' that came out on Netflix, funny enough.
When I was old enough, I was 21 years of age, I decided to come to America. I did it illegally, so I jumped the border. I didn't speak any English.
The sheriffs are completely outnumbered and outgunned. And we don't have enough border patrol agents.
If you're bored with life - you don't get up every morning with a burning desire to do things - you don't have enough goals.
I think, bottom line, I have to be good enough to make the team. I have to bring something in and beat somebody else out, especially with a smaller roster for the Olympics.
It was almost a desecration to put a building on the Boulder Turnpike, which is now U.S.-36 and is almost backyards and even junkyards all the way up. We didn't have to put development just cheek to jowl all the way up to Boulder. There's enough room in Colorado! But we did.
I get recognized just often enough to keep my ego bouncing along, but not so much that I can't go places.
I don't want the child in me to die. Fortunately, I'm lucky enough that my profession allows me to pursue my boyhood fantasies even as an adult.
I think hopefully we've got enough brain cells left to decide if our music is really worth something.
Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools, that don't have brains enough to be honest.
Marlon Brando. The finest actor who ever lived. He was my idol when I was 13. He's done enough work to last two lifetimes. Everything I do, I think: Can Brando play this with me?
The unsaid message of that endless rack of juniors' pushup bras? No matter what size you are, it still isn't good enough.
Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. It is not fair. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of the mouths of other people.
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.
Move fast and break things. Unless you are breaking stuff, you are not moving fast enough.
Unless you are breaking stuff, you are not moving fast enough.
