I'm okay if everything is honest and truthful and relatable. If it's fabricated and ill-motived, it's not good.
It is okay to experiment with language. Writers such as James Joyce, Virginia Woolf experimented with writing, but basically, one must have a familiarity with the language. And to have that, one must respect it.
When I saw Kate Moss's champagne tower from her wedding, I was like, 'Okay, check - I want that. I want fireworks.'
It's okay to eat fish because they don't have any feelings.
Folks, it's okay to find flamboyant homosexuality funny.
I'm a perfectionist. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it's okay if there are flaws here and there.
I foolishly thought that if I just 'made it' then everything would be okay. And everything wasn't okay.
When I heard Flying Lotus, I was like, 'Wow, okay, everything can be off the grid.'
Adding 'just kidding' doesn't make it okay to insult the Principal.
Somehow, it always worked. Kneeling at the side of my bed and talking to the Lord made everything okay.
When I went to school, I didn't know a lick of English, but it was okay because there were so many immigrants in the area, a lot of the kids didn't speak a lick of English, either. It was normal to have a wicked accent.
Shows have asked a lot of actors to take cuts. Shows are going off the air. So okay, life goes on.
Concerning PDA: Anything that can be described as 'cute' is okay. Anything that can be described as 'mating' is not okay.
Moths are okay. Actually, moths don't bother me near as much as, say, spiders do.
I'm okay with being the oddball.
I'm okay with the idea that slow and steady wins the race.
And I deal with all that by being like a perfectionist. But that's okay.
It's okay to have personal ambitions, but you have to take someone with you.
It's the playoffs. There's no room for okay.
Okay, the experience itself was a pleasant experience.
