Do you realize that you can’t play the game of life with sweaty palms?

My two sons are the biggest pigs – always dirty, sweaty, burping and farting.

My December is typically one big, sweaty ‘wintry mix‘ blur, not a punch-laden, heartwarming mixer.

Once, after I had just worked out, I hopped on the elevator at the gym only to look up and see Conan O’Brien on it with me. I was so sad. I was all sweaty, but I love him so much, and I couldn’t help but nerd out on him.

I’ve really been enjoying The Bar Method because I’m not a sweaty mess when we get to my favorite part of class – the end.

Different people‘s houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It’d probably be a litter box… sweaty socks… and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like.

I only hope that people understand that if I’ve just come from the gym or am fresh off a red-eye flight and look like a sweaty mess, I might not be super keen on photo ops!

I can’t pick up a pair of new gloves like Alec Stewart or Mike Atherton. I have to get them sweaty and loose, and put extra stuff on my gloves to protect the fingers.

I found that cardiovascular exercise boosts my mental performance. If I have a problem to solve, like an engineering one, and I get on a treadmill, then time disappears; all I know is an hour later I’m all sweaty and the problem has been solved.

I always show up to the office sweaty! I’ll come in between workouts in a tennis skirt drenched in sweat. The only time that I actually look presentable is at meetings.

I was like a fat, sweaty kid growing up in Queens who just was plopped down in front of ‘Entertainment Tonight‘ by my parents.

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

I don’t want to play stinking, beer-ridden clubs. It depresses me even thinking about that. I really hate it when you’re finished with a show and you’re in your dressing room with that stink of beer and sweaty girls. It brings back an ugly picture for me. I’d hate to have to do that again.

Blotting pads are great in case you get sweaty or oily. But don’t rub. It’s a slow, methodical blot: set the pad on your skin and let it absorb, then move it to the next location.

What we don’t realise when we watch a normal film is how many times someone has run in just before a shot quickly to wipe away that sweaty moustache. You never see a normal spot, a bag under the eye or an unplucked eyebrow, because that’s not how Hollywood works.

‘Dirty Jobs‘ is a fun, simple little show with huge themes under it. For me, it’s penance, it’s redemption, it’s a sweaty mess.

I enjoy working out. I really do. I like the way my heart gets pumping, and sweaty, and I feel challenged; I feel strong.

When you’re around kids you can be a little kid yourself and pretend that life is magic and you don’t have to be one of those sweaty people going to work every day.

I feel the best after a workout – I’m sweaty and exhausted, but it also gives me an energy I really like.

I love getting crazy and sweaty and wild.

There is a unique freshness when eating buckwheat noodles cold with plenty of herbs and citrus acidity. I can’t think of any better use of chopsticks on a hot and sweaty evening.

In high school, my two older brothers ran track. They’d come home sweaty and mud-covered, and I could tell they enjoyed it. So I started running – I ran a mile down the road and back again – and I haven‘t stopped since.

I love the ‘Victoria‘s Secret Knockout Front-close Strappy-back Sport Bra.’ After a strenuous and sweaty workout, I don’t have to pull it over my head to take it off. The front close makes it very convenient and easy, and the strappy back is super sexy!

I’ve definitely had my share of calls where I just laugh. Someone came to me once and wanted to do a signature Hawk cologne. I was like, ‘Of what? Sweaty pads? Am I wringing out my pads into a little perfume bottle?’

I probably bring four dresses on the road and rotate those. I always wear something light when I go onstage because I move around a whole lot. It’s a sweaty business.

I’ve no interest in fashion, shoes, handbags, or sweaty shopping.

I’ve gotten used to the point where I’m so used to being sweaty! I like to wear less makeup and be tougher!

I think there’s nothing better than seeing a three-chord straight up rock ‘n’ roll band in your face with sweaty music and three minute good songs.

The first night was awful because I was so afraid, and I was never more afraid because it was going out of my character to be outgoing and to be vulnerable and to be out there and onstage. My hands were sweaty and I couldn’t swallow, and I drank a bottle of wine to calm my nerves.

I love when a girl is like, ‘I can’t hang out. I have to go to class.’ And I go pick her up, and she‘s all sweaty in a leotard with her hair in a bun. That’s the hottest thing ever.

I hate getting my photograph taken; just because I’m a musician doesn’t mean I should have to sell my soul and have pictures of myself on stage with a red face and sweaty armpits plastered over ‘Heat!’ every week. I’m not a model.

I walked two hours to an audition once and was so sweaty that someone said, ‘Oh, you guys from New Zealand don’t shower.’

I’m a terrible procrastinator. When we go to the airport, if they’re not literally closing the door behind my sweaty, hyperventilating body, I feel I’ve been there too long.

The most common objection that I hear to walking as exercise is that it’s too easy, that only sweaty, strenuous activity offers real benefits. But there is abundant evidence that regular, brisk walking is associated with better health, including lower blood pressure, better moods and improved cholesterol ratios.

I’ve always had rock star envy. Unfortunately, writing is a pedestrian, tame occupation done while sitting in coffee-stained pajamas in front of a computer rather than prowling around a huge stage in sweaty leather pants, so I have to get my kicks vicariously.

My uncles, who are farmers in Minooka, Illinois – I grew up with them and their pickup trucks and mustaches, and to me that was masculinity: big hairy sweaty guys who could pick up a bus.

The first time I ever deep-fried something, I was terrified. I was making yeasted jelly donuts, and I was so nervous that I fried them, unblinking, with a pounding heart and sweaty palms.

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me?

It’s natural to have butterflies, sweaty palms… that’s a good sign you’re prepared for battle, prepared to take on something difficult.

Parklife is one of the festivals I most look forward to. The crowds are wild; I love seeing that energy, those sweaty moshpits.

Westerns were always my favorite things when I was little. And it always bothered me when cowboys were too clean in movies, or when they wore their guns like they had an outfit on. It always worked better when a guy looked sweaty and smelly; I hadda believe, I hadda believe that.

Nothing beats looking out to a sweaty, packed house full of fans.

Right when I finish a workout, I feel pretty sexy. Even though I’m sweaty and I don’t smell like a rose, I feel strong. It does a lot for me mentally and physically.

I started to itch to do a play again and ‘Macbeth‘ came to the surface in my mind. I never thought I would do it in a conventional way. A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn’t interest me.

I definitely prefer intimate crowds. I mean, those are always the best shows, like, a small venue. Packed to the gills. Hot, sweaty. Those are always the fun shows.

Auditioning is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done. There must have been four or five of them where I completely froze up and walked out of the room. My palms get sweaty just thinking about it.

A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn’t interest me.

Whether your audience is in a sweaty basement club or nestled in a favourite armchair, good money has been paid, and attention has got to be grabbed if you are not to be heckled off the stage or find your novel discarded in favour of the latest volume of ‘Fifty Shades of Whatever.’

I like looking wet, sweaty, dewy, fresh.

I’m quite shy, so if there’s a guy I like, I actually ignore him because I can’t speak to him. I get all red and sweaty, and it’s embarrassing.