For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen – skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.
While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin, the opportunity is lost.
Never has a strong, responsible trade union movement been so needed. With austerity policies biting hard and with no evidence that they are working, people at work need the TUC to speak up for them now more than ever.
Education, doing homework, is the way to lift up girls. Around the world, where girls are educated, the economy and the standard of living rise.
What orators lack in depth they make up for in length.
People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically… No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.
I do have a really good memory. I mean, like, I can remember all the phone numbers of everybody on the street I grew up on.
For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.
We need to decide that we will not go to war, whatever reason is conjured up by the politicians or the media, because war in our time is always indiscriminate, a war against innocents, a war against children.
We women are going to bring change. We are speaking up for girls’ rights, but we must not behave like men, like they have done in the past.