I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat.
A lean compromise is better than a fat lawsuit.
I’m never going to be fat – never again. I’m going to make it easy on my pallbearers.
In my own mind, I am still a fat brunette from Toledo, and I always will be.
I could take all the cartoons in the tabloid newspapers, but I couldn’t take my daughter punching me in the belly and asking why I was so fat. That was my inspiration to lose the weight. And probably the last time anyone hurt my feelings.
I have a little mantra: ‘My fear grows fat on the energy I feed it. And if it grows very big, it probably happens.’
I like books that are fat and full.
There is no need to worry about mere size. We do not necessarily respect a fat man more than a thin man. Sir Isaac Newton was very much smaller than a hippopotamus, but we do not on that account value him less.
Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.