I’ve walked on hot coals with Tony Robbins.
When I moved to Tampa, Florida I remember going to a Kid Rock concert and I was in one of those sky-boxes. When I walked into the sky-box I didn’t know he was there, but I hear a, ‘Hi, brother!’ I turn around and it’s Hulk Hogan. I just got ‘brothered!’
I swam underwater for 50 meters at a time and walked the length of the pool underwater, with a brick in each hand, all on a single breath.
And I went to New York and died; for 10 years I walked those pavements. I can’t think of New York without feeling uncomfortable and feeling like a failure.
22 years ago, I walked into the first E3 as a wide-eyed 15-year-old kid who didn’t quite know his place in the world. E3 Expo brought my hobby out of my computer and into mainstream culture.
I remember when I first walked into an American locker room, and no one had ever seen a 130-pound wrestler before. Those guys thought I was such a joke.
I’m the gooney bird that walked to the bank. I’m doing better than most of those guys who said I was crazy.
I’ve run for office, and I’ve stood on street corners, while people walked by me and didn’t want to talk to me, and did not think I was a credible candidate. And then four years later, I was nearly elected mayor of San Francisco, so I know what it takes.
I was a teenage girl once. I was not an overweight teenage girl, but I had really bad acne when I was 11 or 12 years old. It was heart-rending, and people made fun of me. People whispered when I walked by in the hallways, and I was sure they were whispering about me. My adult perspective is maybe they weren’t.
I once dreamed a whole short story. Wrapped in its peculiar atmosphere, as if draped in clouds, I walked entranced to my desk at about 4 A.M. and typed it on to the screen.
Growing up in Australia, we didn’t really go on holiday. We lived beside the beach, so when I walked out of the back gate I was on the sand.
I actually wasn’t really the class clown growing up. The class clown was always the mean guy who walked up and was like, ‘You’re fat. You’re gay. I’m outta here!’ I was always more kind of awkward and introspective.
Fifteen years ago I walked out of a production of one of my plays at the RSC because I decided it was a waste of time.
If the audience doesn’t like it, usually they’re just silent. But they’ve never all walked out at once.
About five, six FBI agents walked into the courthouse and arrested me. They said I was being arrested for distribution of information related to explosives over the Internet.
From the time I was 16, I wanted to live in Paris. When I graduated college and didn’t have a job, I went to take the LSAT because I didn’t know what else to do. I walked out in the middle of the test and eventually found an internship in Paris at L’Oreal.
I didn’t feel the tusk go through me. But I did feel this sort of freight elevator coming down, popping the chicken bones, you know. It blinded me. Everything was black. It was bright noon day sun. You mustn’t get walked on by elephants.
I put on the fat suit and went outside and walked around. I was really nervous about being found out, but nobody would even make eye contact with me. It really upset me.
I would have gone to law school, or gotten a psychology degree. I wasn’t interested in sleeping on a futon forever. And what happened is I walked into auditions, and I had nothing to lose, because I had a backup plan.
I walked away from the sport for 17 years, then started swimming again recently in a master’s program.
When I was ordained as a pastor, I walked away from secular music for seven, eight years. It took me that time to learn that God is love.
When I was a kid, I wanted to walk with my dad’s limp – my dad was my hero – but that infuriated him, and he would make me walk back and forth in the living room until I walked without it.
The Huffingtonpost.com does not pay its writers. Tina Brown’s thedailybeast.com does pay its writers. You have to be paid because this is not a hobby. You have to keep that standard. You can’t ask grandpa to loan you money because you have to go to Afghanistan. I walked the picket line for that to continue.
I felt different from everyone else – like an alien. The looks I received when I was 320 pounds were ones usually reserved for three-eyed monsters, half-man half-woman reptiles, creatures with hideous rolls of skin that sweated profusely and jiggled when they walked. That last one really was me.
I didn’t realize how much the paint was going to affect how I moved and how I walked. And it wasn’t something that consciously happened. It was because the first time I’d done it was a Tokyo Dome show, I want to say in 2013-14, and I walked out there, and I was a completely different person.
Still, the change is nearly indescribable – going from total obscurity to walking down a street in New York and having everybody turn and look; to feel the temperature of a room change when I walked in.
One time I attended a big Hollywood party, and everybody was there Groucho Marx, Jack Benny, George Burns, Barbra Streisand. I walked around with my mouth hanging open, just thrilled that I had been invited!
As far as anybody in the rap game ever tryin’ to assassinate my character, that’s impossible. You talkin’ about a man who has always walked the walk and talked the talk.
I have walked into the palaces of kings and queens and into the houses of presidents. And much more. But I could not walk into a hotel in America and get a cup of coffee, and that made me mad.
My idea of fun would be to review the customers. I could give some customers one star, so that restaurateurs would know when they walked in not to serve them.
I remember going down the tunnel into the Olympic Stadium and getting a glimpse of all the people and hearing all the noise, all the people shouting for us. I’d seen Usain Bolt on the warm-up track, and then, as I walked into the stadium, I sort of realised how big it was!
I like to make people think differently than they did before I walked in the room.
Sometimes I think my writing sounds like I walked out of the room and left the typewriter running.
I walked the streets of New York; I would feel the presence of Daredevil. I would see him up on the rooftop. What you are doing in your life, you start to see in your book. It all starts to merge together.
One of the first roles I every played, I was Grandpa Vanderhoff in ‘You Can’t Take It With You.’ Walked with a cane, white stuff in my hair. It must have been horrible. Thank God there’s no videotape of it.
When I walked to school in the mornings I would start out alone but would pick up four other boys along the way. We would set out together after school across the village green.
I’m the luckiest human being that ever walked.
I often think that the last holiday is the greatest, but then some really stand out in my mind. One of the best was one my wife and I had in the Lake District. We stayed in a B&B and walked around the countryside for two weeks.
I’d love a training camp. But if they walked in the door right now and said, ‘Do you want to fight for the title in the next 10 minutes?’ I’m out the door, warming up, ready to go.
My mom was a ’70s mom. She paved a road that no one had yet walked.
If you read about the astronauts who went to the moon – the 12 who walked on it, and the others who orbited – all suffered serious mental trauma of one kind or another.
Electric Gypsy’ was really raw. I was literally sketching out the lyrics as they walked in the door. I jumped up and had a sheet of paper and I showed them the chords, which are simple. We counted it off, I got the lyrics off the sheet into the song and played a solo at the end – done!
I was three years old, and I walked onstage during a performance that my father was a tenor in ‘The Barber of Seville.’ I walked out onstage, and people started laughing and clapping, and that was it. That was all it took. Laughing and clapping, I still enjoy today.
I took my basic training on a golf course in Florida. Then I was on the boxing team. We did some demonstrations, and they put me in a theater one night and wanted me to box. So OK, I came out boxing with a friend – thinking we would just spar around – but the guy walked out, hit me, and knocked me out with one stroke.
The story of Google is just when everyone concluded that a search engine would never make any money, everyone backed out of it, and Google walked into that vacuum and dominated.
I’m not an historian and I’m not wanting to write about how I perceive the social change over the century as a historian, but as somebody who’s walked through it and whose life has been dictated by it too, as all our lives are.
The business was in a very difficult state when I first took over the company. I walked into a situation where cheques were getting written, popped in drawers, so that when people phoned up, they could honestly say, ‘Look, we’ve signed the cheque. You’ll get it ultimately.’
I once walked out of a nightclub with my team-mates to see our star midfielder reclining across the bonnet of a Ferrari, arms folded, waiting for girls to come out so he could wink at them and then progress it from there. I have no idea how long he’d been waiting. I do know it wasn’t even his Ferrari.
That first game was so hyped up, and it was obviously my first experience of a crowd in a World Cup. When I first walked out and heard the national anthem, it was just an unreal experience. I didn’t expect a crowd like that.
