Who can refute a sneer?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Wearing a veneer of perfection never did me any good.
There is no short cut to achievement. Life requires thorough preparation - veneer isn't worth anything.
I'm not tough, and I never have been. I suppose over the years I've built up kind of a veneer to protect myself because I have functioned on my own for a long, long time, and I have never had a lot of flunkies preceding me to clear the way.
I think there is this steely strength beneath this beautiful veneer that a lot of women possess. I can't fathom or understand it.
I like to show subjects inside a sealed veneer. There's a sense that you can't get in.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.
It's funny because I want my teeth to be, like, neon 'Real Housewives' white, but mine have stopped taking to teeth whitening. When I talk to my dentist, I'm like, 'They can be that white,' and he's like, 'Veneers can be that white.'
I've never believed that the only way to make a dent is to be a table thumper.
Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?
I hate the word 'sneering', I can't help the way my face looks.