I had two things I could do: I could run over you, and I could put a good stiff arm on you. That was about it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Something inside of me just said 'Hey, wait a minute, I want to beat him,' and I just took off.
I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.
I don't have to put on shoulder pads and run out there and let somebody hit on me a little bit.
For me to be able to punch above my weight creatively, to actually take a stand for what I was doing, I had to take on everything. I had to be the person who says, 'I wrote it. I directed it.'
If I have to, I can do anything. I am strong, I am invincible, I am Woman.
I've had my run in with trouble. Fortunately, you know, one slap on the hand is usually the last time for me... I learned my lesson.
I needed to run away in order to come home.
I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.
I have an elbow that bends the wrong way, and I'd do things like stand in an elevator and the doors would close, and I'd pretend that my arm had got caught in it, and then I'd scream, 'Ow, ow, put it back!'
I'd give my right arm to be, like, a random extra on 'Girls,' just to walk past one of the scenarios. I'd love that more than anything.