Einstellen / Set Erziehen / Raise Füße / Feet Haar / Hair Hals / Neck Immer noch / Still Klopfen / Tapping Pfeifen / Whistle Schiff / Ship Sprengen / Blast Vier / Four
My sister and I are opposites in many ways. She is six feet tall, while I'm five feet four.
It's not like I've been vaulting my whole life. I haven't. So my body hasn't taken that physical beating. I'm still on the upscale.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Whether we are New Dealer, Old Dealer, Liberty Leaguer or Red, whether we agree or not, we still have the right to think and speak how we feel.
My hair is very straight - people always think that I've ironed it when I get to set.
I still feel awkward taking a selfie sometimes; it feels a little weird.
My father was, like, the token bad white guy in all the old Jackie Chan/Bruce Lee films.
Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I'm given a shirt that's too clean, one that's completely white, I immediately start having doubts.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest!
