I want to be a lawyer, a dancer, an actress, a mother, a wife, a children’s author, a distance runner, a poet, a pianist, a pet store owner, an astronaut, an environmental and humanitarian activist, a psychiatrist, a ballet teacher, and the first woman president.
Go straight for souls, and go for the worst.
But what is the use of preaching the Gospel to men whose whole attention is concentrated upon a mad, desperate struggle to keep themselves alive?
I really value words. I really try to illustrate and let people draw their own conclusions.
It was around 4 p.m. in the afternoon. I was just taking a nap. Luckily, my sister was home.
They had been monitoring the site for a very long time, and at times, I received over 100 hits from the Department of Defense on the website, so I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised.
We must wake ourselves up! Or somebody else will take our place, and bear our cross, and thereby rob us of our crown.
Death smells like homemade apple sauce as it cooks on the stove. It is not the strangling sense of illness. It is not fear. It is freedom.
I think organized labor is a necessary part of democracy. Organized labor is the only way to have fair distribution of wealth.
I remember as a little girl going down to the beet fields in the Dakotas and in Nebraska and Wyoming as migrant workers when I was very, very small, like, I was, like, 5 years old, I believe. And I remember going out there, you know, traveling to these states and living in these little tarpaper shacks that they had in Wyoming.