I like doing my own stunts.
I did do my own stunts.
To do all your own stunts, you have to be so strong.
I don't do my own stunts, but I do my own fighting. I don't consider fighting to be a stunt.
Only the stupidest calves choose their own butcher.
Music and fashion have to have their own styles. It's a must.
Artists are creating their own genre sound, and other artists are building upon that sound and already creating a huge subculture created around one particular sound created by one artist. So, with all that happening, the genres are going to break down, and there's going to be a multitude of sound coming out.
Our subjectivity is so completely our own.
Cyrus was observed to have more docility than any of his years and to show more submission to those of an advanced age than any other children, though of a condition inferior to his own.
We struck out on our own in suburbia with parents who actually helped us get where we needed to go.
In 2008, conservatives ridiculed the Left for its adulation of Barack Obama, only to succumb to their own cult of personality eight years later.
The ballet needs to tell its own story in such a way it can be received without having to be translated into language.
I am now a turtle. Virtually everything I own is on my back and suffice it to say I am one ton lighter and therefore 2,000 pounds happier. All houses are gone.
I won't be attempting to write Jane Austen-style prose - that would be suicidal. But I will attempt to bring the highest level of my own prose, and to make it sparkle.
I taught my girls to pick up their own suitcases. Pretty is as pretty does.
Everything I own can fit in two suitcases and a foot locker.
Only those within whose own consciousness the sun rise and set, the leaves burgeon and wither, can be said to be aware of what living is.
I don't have answers for anybody else. What I know is that internal complexity makes for superficiality. There's never essentially a pure story unless there's a pure product line that has its own shining clarity.
Whatever respect photography may once have deserved is now superfluous in view of its own superfluity.
Even today, I frequently meet scientists who, outside their own narrow discipline, are superstitious.
