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 was hurting. I had some ailments I was dealing with. It's not like I was holding out.
My Uncle, of course, would have been pleased to see someone with brown skin holding the office of president.
When I was younger, I could get that white-knuckle grip of holding on to an idea and not wanting to let it go.
Cleaning is therapy for me. I'm not ashamed of holding the duster or broom.
What is said by the person holding a megaphone inciting a crowd, or what is said by someone who incites a rumour? And what is the difference between that person and me, sitting in my room imagining something, telling a story?
When I close my eyes and think of a writer, I don't imagine him or her as someone who is sitting above me on a pedestal, blindfolded, holding the scales of justice in one hand! No, I see sentences.
Practice smiling by holding a pencil between your teeth for twenty minutes.
Everybody who worked in film misses holding pieces of film, holding it up to the light, and seeing exactly where something was image-wise.
If you're throwing punches or exerting energy but you're not breathing, you're holding your breath. That actually saps your strength, it saps your stamina.
