On ‘There Will Be Blood,’ I was cast at the last minute. I had 3 and a half to 4 days to get ready for the first day. I just went for it, threw myself in there and gave it everything I had. That was just guts and instinct, not a lot of preparation.
Whether you’re a quarterback and you just threw a pick, or you’re a corner and you just got beat for a touchdown, you’ve got to have a short-term memory, shake it off and play the next play.
In high school, I threw a party to get a guy’s attention. I wanted him to think I was cool, so I let him and his friends DJ and basically take over the house.
My cousin got wrapped up in the NBA lifestyle and threw parties at my house all the time. So I got wrapped up in it, too.
I cut the feet out of control top pantyhose one night, threw them on under my white pants and realized that the toning and shaping was perfect and that the hosiery material is thin enough that I could make shape wear out of it.
I remember when I was in ‘Rent,’ Daphne Rubin-Vega threw a party. At the time, she had a loft in TriBeCa, and the elevator opened right into her apartment. I was like, ‘I’ve never seen anything like that.’ I didn’t know it was possible.
I cannot avoid forgiving everybody that threw a brick at me during my various campaigns, so I think it’s important for all of us to bury that and say, ‘OK, we need to look forward’ – we’ve got to move forward from ‘never Trump’ to ‘never Hillary.’
On the other hand, I don’t understand the enthusiasm for everything in the antique shop that Grandma threw out. There, the sense of quality has declined; otherwise Grandma wouldn’t have thrown it out.
My mother accidentally gave me food poisoning. She fed me baby carrots for a snack before Christmas dinner – but they had expired in June! I threw up for the next 24 hours.
For a southern belle, my grandmother was remarkably modern. She threw my grandfather out, for one thing – some kind of argument about bourbon whiskey – shortly after the birth of their third child, and then went back to school to get herself a teaching certificate.
My parents always threw everything out, gave everything away. I’m surprised they never threw me away. That’s why I’ve always kept my children’s things. My parents had no feelings for belongings.
Yes, Leander locked me out. I’d gone with my child for a birthday party. Leander and his mother were running out of the building as I was entering. They even put my clothes in boxes and threw them out.
I threw away all my boys’ clothes and started wearing makeup.
What if you threw a protest and no one showed up? The lack of angst and anger and emotion is a big positive.
I dated a guy for over a year who lied about his age the entire time. I found out after the fact and couldn’t believe it! I even threw him a birthday party for the wrong age… I couldn’t get over how hard he had tried to keep it a secret!
I had to make baseball work. I threw myself into it.
Bjorn was a different breed, I threw my best material at him, but he would never smile, but that added to the charm when he played me and Mac. We were going nuts and losing our mind and he was sitting back like he was on a Sunday stroll.
I just love performing so much, and I threw myself into every musical theater production that was going in my home town and at school. And then, I went to the National Youth Music Theatre, which was really a galvanizing experience for me when I was 17.
I don’t think I threw myself into music because I had the best intentions; it was because I was really angry.
When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street… except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.
I remember the first time I dropped a couple of house records, someone threw an Air Force One in my face.
I had this stereotypical view that black people apart from me probably threw stones and lived in huts.
When I came to Detroit, if you threw a stone up in the air and it came down, it would hit an autoworker because the Chrysler Jefferson plant where my husband worked was very close also to where we lived.
The Paris Agreement threw people of the world a lifeline, and the United States played a vital role in getting us there, not least by working closely with China to clear the decks to a global deal.
In college, I guess you could say I was a running back that threw.
One night Roger was in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me – I might have been killed.
My grandmother raised five children during the Depression by herself. At 50, she threw her sewing machine into the back of a pickup truck and drove from North Dakota to California. She was a real survivor, so that’s my stock. That’s how I want my kids to be too.
I actually got thrown into my Bar Mitzvah because my teacher, my Cantor, did not tell me that they would all say ‘amen’ at the end of each, for want of a better word, paragraph. And that threw me completely. I almost went into an Ella Fitzgerald sort of scat.
I saw a hockey game where they threw the puck aside and just started fighting. I saw that, and I’m like, ‘So I’m the thug?’
Once upon a time, growing up male gave little boys a sense of certainty about the natural order of things. We had short hair, wore pants, and played baseball. Girls had long hair, wore skirts, and, no matter how hard they tried, always threw a baseball just like a girl.
School is a scary place for kids. So I didn’t like it, and I didn’t want to be there. And it was a great day for me when they threw me out.
I’ve been catching footballs – I’ve been a wide receiver since I was 15 years old. And every quarterback I’ve had, for the most part, threw a pretty hard ball. So I’m not getting away from the calluses.
Well, my parents were sort of packrats. They never threw anything away and, all through their time together, they stored away various things in a vault.
I think feminism’s a bit misinterpreted. It was about casting off all gender roles. There’s nothing wrong with a man holding a door open for a girl. But we sort of threw away all the rules, so everybody’s confused. And dating becomes a sloppy, uncomfortable, unpleasant thing.
I threw a lot of balls and walked a lot of batters. Not something I’m proud of, but something I learned from.
Paying to teach in the trenches was like putting my face through a cutout hole at a carnival while a quarterback threw pies at me. At least with a carnival, I’d see it coming.
With ‘Worst. Person. Ever.’ I knew where it started and where it had to end, but I threw Raymond as many curveballs as I could along the way. He’s like the coyote in the ‘Road Runner’ cartoons.
I might have been a jockey, you know. I started by riding horses bareback and holding on to the mane before they finally threw me off.
My handwriting was so good I won a prize, a cardboard cut-out of a farmyard; my mother threw it away when we moved.
I almost threw up the first time I set foot inside the University of California, San Francisco’s Comprehensive Care Center and joined the stream of thin, slow-moving, low-voiced, gray-skinned people. I didn’t want to be one of the pitied, the struck-down.
I threw my cup away when I saw a child drinking from his hands at the trough.
We lived near a supermarket, and whatever they threw away, we would get it, and my mother would make soup. Or she would get a big can of lard, a big can of meal, a big can of flour, a big can of beans, and fix the same meal for months.
It’s funny, I can talk to Dad about races we ran, or I can remember some races he’s raced when I was there working on the car. I’m sure other athletes are the same, where they can remember what pitches they threw or what plays they ran.
I’m mad at Hank Aaron for deciding to play one more season. I threw him his last home run and thought I’d be remembered forever. Now, I’ll have to throw him another.
I threw my 20th birthday party at Brown, and I didn’t even have to say to anyone not to put pictures on Facebook. Not a single picture went up. That was when I knew I’d found a solid group of friends, and I felt like I belonged.
In the early part of the ’70s, we had glam rock, but we also had reggae and ska happening at the same time. I just took all those influences I had as a kid and threw them together, and somehow it works.
When I had the idea for ‘Shopaholic’, it was as though a light switched on. I realised I actually wanted to write comedy. No apologies, no trying to be serious, just full-on entertainment. The minute I went with that and threw myself into it, it felt just like writing my first book again – it was really liberating.
I became an environmentalist at 16 when I threw a fundraiser for Rainforest Action Network. At 27 I helped save the last unprotected ancient redwoods in California. In my 30s I advocated renewables and successfully helped persuade the Obama administration to invest $90 billion into them.
When I was a kid, I saw ‘Rambo First Blood’, and the next day, I took knives to school and threw them at everybody. So I was definitely influenced by violent films before ‘Drive.’
‘Moby-Dick’ really threw me. I read it when I was 14 and my best friends were books. It changed the way I looked at the world.
I took all my wax studies and threw them in the fire… that’s the way it is when something unpleasant happens to me. I take my hammer and I squash a figure.
