There's something about a Christmas sweater that will always make me laugh.

I don't feel right unless I have a sport to play or at least a way to work up a sweat.

It took a lot of blood sweat and tears to get to where we are today but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.

For me every day is a new thing. I approach each project with a new insecurity almost like the first project I ever did. And I get the sweats. I go in and start working I'm not sure where I'm going. If I knew where I was going I wouldn't do it.

There's something incredibly sexy about sand and sweat and dunes photographed like women's backs.

Big women do themselves a disservice when they attempt to become the Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin are bad enough all that running around and sweating somehow believing it means anything).

For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.

Sweat saves blood.

I was very studious too much. I would never go out at weekends. I was very serious. You should have seen me in class - I was blushing and sweating every time the teacher asked me something.

I'm a mum so my wardrobe consists of sweaters and jeans. As long as I don't leave the house forgetting my jeans I count that as a fashion success.

Enjoy your sweat because hard work doesn't guarantee success but without it you don't have a chance.

Success is dependent upon the glands - sweat glands.

The guys I date always want to test my strength and wrestle around. By the end they're drenched in sweat.

Gold medals aren't really made of gold. They're made of sweat determination and a hard-to-find alloy called guts.

Nobody ever seems to want my advice about serious stuff. People will be like: 'Who made that sweater?' Or 'How did you get your hair so straight?' They don't to come to me for the relationship advice or deep stuff. In fact my little sister actually hides from me.

All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently link by link with sweat and blood and tears.

Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.