I meet many people, I talk with them, like a TV show host. I show what's going on with Greenpeace, interesing political things, I have artists, musicians and bands.
When I was in high school, I started organizing fundraisers and other events for people like PETA and Greenpeace.
When you go out on stage and you greet the crowd, there's nothing like it.
I like conventions. I like meeting and greeting. I'm perched on that edge where I'm getting more attention than I quite know what to do with, though.
I like silence; I'm a gregarious loner and without the solitude, I lose my gregariousness.
I like something about George W. Bush. A lot. After spending more than a decade having almost physiological-chemical reactions anytime I saw him, getting the heebie-jeebies whenever he spoke - after being sure from the start that he was a Gremlin on the wing of America - I really like the paintings of George W. Bush.
Couture gowns are like gremlins; you can't expose them to bright light or get them wet.
Technical problems are like gremlins. They come and go.
For the critic, the word 'best' is like a grenade without a pin: Toss it around too freely, and you're likely to get your hand blown off.
I've seen where teams pay to get a player, like when Los Angeles paid to get Wayne Gretzky.
I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.
I would love to appear in 'Scandal,' something like that, or 'Grey's Anatomy' because I think they're incredible.
When I heard Flying Lotus, I was like, 'Wow, okay, everything can be off the grid.'
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Like many of his fellow skyjackers, 49-year-old Arthur Gates Barkley was motivated by a complicated grievance against the federal government. In 1963, the World War II veteran had been fired as a truck driver for a bakery, after one of his supervisors accused him of harassment.
My wife gets so mad at me because I don't like to cook on the grill.
A grill is just a source of heat. Just like a stove, it is very user-friendly.
There's nothing like the smell of grilling flesh.
My friend... used to tease me about a tattoo I had right here, but it was so big, and what he was teasing me about - he said it looked like a flying monkey. It's supposed to have been a grim reaper holding a ball. But it did look like a monkey.
I ain't going to sit here like, 'My neighborhood was hard, and I had to get out there and grind.' We made it hard for ourselves. We chose to stay on the streets.
