There's a lot of room for error with a wound in the rear. It's a wide target.

I used to isolate myself and be in my room by myself all the time.

I started singing in the bathroom. Nothing was coming out. It was ghastly.

Educational institutions, which are the grooming grounds for creating responsible citizens have to be kept tobacco and smoke-free.

There is simply no room for racial, hurtful language spoken to your colleagues or anyone else.

My favorite room in the house is the living room. We have two big couches, six recliners and over 20 pillows. It's a really comfortable place to hang out with my family.

There's definitely been times when I've been on sets and I was the bigger model in the room, where they're casting girls.

It's time for the aesthetics of upwardly mobile feminist respectability to make room for the aesthetics of survival, particularly trans survival.

We're all very fond of a black box in our living room that works on diminishment of images, that spoons somebody up in a very limited way. It can be a reduction at its worst.

I am a metrosexual and into male grooming - I moisturise, I exfoliate.

Going into a room and saying, 'I'm a black lesbian' - it's a strike against you.

I stepped into the bedroom where he was killed and looked up at the ceiling, where you could still see the patterns of blood that had spurted from bin Laden's head when the bullet fired by a U.S. Navy SEAL tore through the terrorist leader's face.

My first play was 'The Room', written when I was twenty-seven.

I said I wanted to strap guns on an El Camino. When I brought it up at a meeting, they said great. I realized there's no adult in the room.

The angle we give the bathroom mirror is always meant to flatter.

Bedroom Kandi is a favorite. It's something that people told me not to do, and I did it anyway and it worked out great. And then I have Bedroom Kandi consultants across the country.

I saw this thing years ago, where somebody filled a gymnasium with ping-pong balls and mousetraps. And then somebody threw just one more ping-pong ball in there, and literally, in five seconds, the room was popping. And then it was dead. And that's how it was with 'Dallas.' Just... 'boom!'

It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

When I perform, it's very personal. I'm sharing things I like, inviting the audience into my room.

I'm not just going to go back to my bedroom, get a job and 'get real with myself' - come on. I'm already too old, and I'm lucky to have a job at all.