Well, I was fourteen in Texas. But I looked twenty-five.
I don’t like myself, and I don’t like to be looked at.
He didn’t riot. He got on his bike and looked for work.
When I was a kid, I always looked up to people like B.B. King and Ray Charles.
I never kept up with the fashions. I believed in wearing what I thought looked good on me.
The ladies looked one another over with microscopic carelessness.
My dad bought me a guitar when I was very young, and I never looked back.
I was always a character actor. I just looked like Little Red Riding Hood.
Nobody ever looked at me in Krasnodar. I’m not in the taste of the men there at all.
He looked at me as if I were a side dish he hadn’t ordered.
I think if everyone looked the same, it would be a bit boring.
I was really beating myself up about performances and how I looked and this and that.
I always wanted to make aliens that looked like ’60s aliens.
People who look down on other people don’t end up being looked up to.
All through school, people told me I looked like Marcia Brady.
A photograph is usually looked at – seldom looked into.