The reforms we seek would bring greater competition, choice, savings and inefficiencies to our health care system.
. . . and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.
I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.
In some ways, I don’t feel as if I had a choice. Looking back at my childhood, even before I could read and write, I was making up stories. I love reading and I love telling stories, and the times in my life when I’ve tried to ignore that part of me, I’ve gone a little crazy. Characters start tugging on my sleeves, words start haunting me, and I feel generally unsatisfied. Really, being a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme. " "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you. " "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
The way people in democracies think of the government as something different from themselves is a real handicap. And, of course, sometimes the government confirms their opinion.
Staring in the darkness, trying to sleep. My body was aching with tiredness. My limbs were numb. My sightless eyes were crazed with light I was dying of oblivion, but it wouldn't come. I didn't think I've ever sleep again.
Librarians are tour-guides for all of knowledge.
So, my friends, in a week or so the Governor-General will swear in a new government.