Crooked cards and straight whiskey, Slow horses and fast women.
People are fascinated with the fast life, the easy life. For some reason, that's an American dream, and it goes all the way back to the Edward G. Robinsons and the Cagneys.
Live fast, die young.
The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.
I love the fast lane.
Yeah? Rock 'n' Roll is fast, you know. If all goes according to plan I could be in rehab next thursday. Tuesday week I'll be living on an island with a small Indian boy.
I lived a permissive, fast, and reckless lifestyle. I hope I can serve as a warning that living this lifestyle can really lead to only one thing, and that's misery.
I want to live fast and die young.
Modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought, or thoughtfulness.
Everything moves way too fast.
Some of my friends who know me best say they wouldn't trade places with me for $1 million because of the pace I lead.
Everything in my life happens really fast.
I can't stand the slow pace of Jaipur anymore. I like staying in Mumbai, as everyone is on the move.
In America everyone's fast.
New York is hard living. It's fun living, but it's hard.
Every day I have this crazy schedule that happened overnight - it's a lot to process.
It was important for me to duck out of the fast and furious life I'd been living as a pop star. I was in a different mood.
From a personal standpoint, I'd say that, yeah, seeing how quickly children grow, you realize how fast life goes by.
One aspect of fast London life I have never understood, for example, is the custom of the gym. Why do people go to gyms?
Life is so fast. And I still remember when I came up to the big leagues and played as if it were yesterday. Time flies.
What if life is not carbon-based? Can life exist as a gas or a plasma? Could planets or stars in some sense be alive? What about an interstellar cloud? Could life exist on such a small or large scale, or move so fast or so slowly that we wouldn't recognize it? Could you have an intelligent virus?
When you lose someone you love, you don't think the same way. And that's why I say I enjoy life: because it goes very fast.
You know, I never felt like I was young at the time and obviosly having Mia was absolutely planned. It's only know when I meet people who are my age and single, [with] no kids, that I reflect and say, 'Bloody hell? I really have leaved at a fast pace.'
Speed is relative. You have to live it. You can't just jump into it. You have to live it all the time.
I really would move to L.A. I'm thinking so hard about it. Like, I wanna move to L.A., but I'm such a New York City girl - the fast life, the runways on the street - but I love L.A.'s vibe, so I would move here, but I'm still thinking about it!
