There's a picture of me as a little girl, and I'm waiting to go onstage, and I am biting the last bit of nail I have left on my finger.
From the very beginning I started with a beer and a cigarette because I couldn't figure out what to do with my hands. So usually I have a beer and cigarette and that's what I was doing with my hands because that looked natural and felt good.
When my dad died, I developed a nervous habit. He was very shy and quiet, and I was like him.
If you become president, you're guaranteed to develop some nervous habit.
Talking's just a nervous habit.
I'm going to sit back, light up, and hope I don't chew the cigarette to pieces.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Every audition, I still get nervous. I still get sweaty palms. I don't think that ever goes away. You just get accustomed to it.
I always bounce my legs when I'm sitting.
I bite my nails so bad. They're awful! My nails are so ugly. I need to stop biting them.
I have an unfortunate compulsion. I really would rather not do it, as it is very nerve-wracking and un-fun. But when it works, there is nothing like it.
I pull my eyelashes when I'm tired or thinking - it's a nervous thing.
Stutters and snorts are meaningful but not usually referential.
I'm not biting my fingernails. I'm biting my knuckles. I finished the fingernails months ago.
"It's an old habit of mine, Wal'r," said the Captain, "any time these fifty year. When you see Ned Cuttle bite his nails, Wal'r, then you may know that Ned Cuttle's aground."
