My nightmare is that I don’t want to be OK.

If he’d just crowded me down to the side of the asphalt, I’d have been OK. But when he ran me completely off the racetrack, I lost it.

I would say to someone, ‘Make your own stuff sooner.’ Also, it’s OK to say no to something if it doesn’t feel right.

I’m OK being the veteran, but I’m still just a kid.

As long as my family’s OK, I’ll be fine.

When you think your life is falling apart, it’s usually falling together in disguise.

It’s OK to have a little bit of curve.

Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It’s OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.

OK, I’m happy. I’m happy. All right? I’m happy.

I don’t want to become unhealthily attached to what I do. I’m grateful for what I do, but I also want to be able to be OK when I’m not doing it.

It’s OK to be outspoken about your faith.

I always wanted to be tall, but I’m not, OK?

We seem to have set up some very arcane rules as to when it is actually OK to applaud.

Listen: I’m OK cute. I’m no stunner.

One of the biggest problems with people who think that they are smart is that they believe that the number of times they admit that they are wrong is inversely proportional to theirintellectual level.

Moon rocks are OK when everyone is eating.