Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman millionaire in America” and made her fortune thanks to her homemade line of hair care products for Black women. Born Sarah Breedlove to parents who had been enslaved, she was inspired to create her hair products after an experience with hair loss, which led to the creation of the “Walker system” of hair care.
I can sometimes hear her music now, after thirty years -- and remember the leaves falling on some smoky autumn afternoon, the air crisp and the sounds of dogs barking, and train whistles far away.
I don't believe in politics. I'm an anarchist, I guess you could say. I think people could be just fine looking after themselves.
A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.
I suppose after 'Four Weddings' I was very busy for a bit, and I imagined that was my career, but I never had that thing of, 'I'm burning to be an actor. If I don't act, I'm not alive.' I've never had that.
After I found that I had become an actor, slightly to my surprise, I did have some insecurity, and I did take some rather strange acting classes at a place called The Actor's Studio in London. I don't think they did me any good at all.
I always admire the French and the Italians who are very devoted to their marriages. They take them extremely seriously, but it is understood that there might be other visitors at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. You just never boast about. They never say anything, but that's what keeps marriages together.
I don't particularly like babies. I don't mind them for about four minutes. That's my max. After that I can't quite see what everyone's fussing about.
A bit of lusting after someone does wonders for the skin.
The artists who endure are the ones who stay focused even after they have reached the top of their profession.
Even your dog is struggling to get out of the room after that.
Shortly after I turned 13, Child Welfare took me into care. I was sent to a residential centre where girls with behavioural problems were 'evaluated'. My time there comes back to me now only in flashes of smells, images and sounds.
Christ appeared alive on several occasions after the cataclysmic events of that first Easter.
Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas and I eventually destroyed it. I wanted a real drum and he bought me a snare drum. Dad continued to buy me one drum after the other.
I've taught fifth-year Christmas leavers last thing on a Friday afternoon. Basically if you can face that you can face anything.
In the spring of 1994 I decided not to seek reelection to the Senate. I had made the decision 12 years earlier Christmas Day of 1982 just after I had been first elected to a full term that I would do the best I could for a limited time.
My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.
My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.
When I was five my parents bought me a ukulele for Christmas. I quickly learned how to play it with my father's guidance. Thereafter my father regularly taught me all the good old fashioned songs.
Black Friday is not another bad hair day in Wall Street. It's the term used by American retailers to describe the day after the Thanksgiving Holiday seen as the semi-official start of Christmas shopping season.
The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in 'I can't think of anything to give you but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward I was like 'What were you thinking idiot?'
After all it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them it had better be life.
To work hard to live hard to die hard and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
After two weeks of working on a project you know whether it will work or not.