Cheeks Quotes

(On his unforgettable role in The Godfather (1972)) "I went home and did some rehearsing to satisfy my curiosity about whether I could play an Italian. I put on some makeup, stuffed Kleenex in my cheeks and worked out the characterization first in front of a mirror, then on a television monitor. After working on it, I decided I could create a characterization that would support the story. The people at Paramount saw the footage and liked it, and that`s how I became the Godfather."

"I wanted to be a tragedienne. I only wanted sad parts. When mother read the press notices when I was on the road, saying I was a `comedienne`, the tears rolled down my cheeks. I thought comedians had to have black on their faces or red beards."

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn`t enough. I was exploding inside.

I have to tell you, I`m not like Demi Moore, where the tears trickle prettily down my cheeks. My whole face screws up and it`s like, `Oh please, get a room.` (on why she never chooses roles that involve crying)

I do remember that I was sitting in the make-up chair before the shoots for a commercial or film or other, and I thought: Sometime soon they are going to make a close-up of me and millions of people can see how many pimples I`ve got on my cheeks.

I was not dealt the best physical hand in the world. My nose didn`t fit my mouth. My forehead didn`t fit my cheeks. And those are traditionally the years when a boy is judged primarily on his looks. So, consequently, I suffered from very low self- esteem. In a sense, I had a beast inside me. That beast was fear and insecurity. (on his childhood days)

I`m cute - and God I hate that. Because that`s not cool. I`m like your niece, and nobody wants to date their niece. It`s the chubby cheeks. The whole reason people voted for me on American Idol is because I`m an everyday, normal girl.

Sure I`m in it for the money, but also because I love music. I picture myself in the future as a happy old lady, chubby, rosy cheeks, telling stories to the little kids. When I sit back in my rocker, I want to have done it all. (Time Magazine, April 18, 1977)

I wanted to be a tragedienne. I only wanted sad parts. When mother read the press notices when I was on the road, saying I was a `comedienne`, the tears rolled down my cheeks. I thought comedians had to have black on their faces or red beards.

Some words having to do with the death of the people in the World Trade Center attack had been added, and when I got to it, I had this overwhelmingly emotional experience. I struggled to get through the words; tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Its head and face resembled an alligator, ... It looked to have armored plate over its blue eyes with orange colored cheeks, a body like a snake that felt like a dogfish and had big fins that looked like feet with toenails underneath.

Its head and face resembled an alligator. It looked to have armored plate over its blue eyes with orange colored cheeks, a body like a snake that felt like a dogfish and had big fins that looked like feet with toenails underneath.

He not only saw pictures of African art in books; he was exposed to African art from many of the former French colonies. He learnt from Africa how to turn convex into concave, how to turn chubby cheeks into hollow cheeks.

I lost my jaw line and developed chipmunk cheeks. I was drinking the equivalent of around 2,000 calories a night and developed a big tire of fat around my stomach.

Often, city fathers blamed prostitutes for the disease, and some threatened to brand their cheeks with hot iron if they did not desist from their vices.

'�'� we continue to spend fortunes on an stupefying array of distractions supposedly designed to make us happier than Liz Taylor at a wedding: Cosmetics that contain everything from the placenta of unborn goats to a pound of pig fat mixed with volcanic ash and '19 secret ingredients from the rain forest'�; diet products to remove mountains of blubber gained by stuffing ourselves because we are so damn miserable, and miserable because we are so horribly fat; cosmetic surgery in every place from facial to other cheeks; mind-numbing cruises to paradise; luxury boats that never leave their luxury marinas; hard drugs; soft drugs; alcohol; anti-depressants; uppers; downers; frenetic gambling to hit the big time; jewelry that is too expensive to wear; image marriages destined to last all of six months; mink-lined designer toilet seats; lottery tickets; tobacco products we know will kill us; and billions of tons of electronic and plastic and toxic junk that add nothing to our lives and create only clutter, pollution and landfill.