It is, I think, harder for women. I haven't quite figured it out, and all of my women friends haven't figured it out -how the hell do you do this? How do you work and have families?
We'll take a five-minute break while I go give myself hell.
I can walk into a bookstore and hand over my credit card and they don't know who the hell I am. Maybe that says something about bookstore clerks.
Eskimo: "If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?" Priest: "No, not if you did not know." Eskimo: "Then why did you tell me?"
I had to fight like hell to convince people I was beautiful in my own Polish half-breed way.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
At one time, whenever the hell it was, they wanted a character to come in and stir up the pot. They brought me in for 8-10 episodes and said we'll try it for that.
You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the hell she is.
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?
This is one hell of a business I picked to be in.
From the moment I was six I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it.
I have suffered from being misunderstood, but I would have suffered a hell of a lot more if I had been understood.
Chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails.
Sure my career means a hell of a lot, but it will never come before Sandy and my son.