I definitely want to keep working in Ireland, and without being too worthy about it, if it's possible to bring work into the country, that's no harm.
In Hollywood, you still have wonderful actors, but it's so hard to work there. To work becomes a Kafka nightmare - it's the last communist country!
I guess I'm a semi-retired person. I work out of my house. I'm a skier in the winter - downhill and cross country. I have a place in Montana for the down-hilling.
Today, bilateral relations with Britain are excellent, with cooperation in many areas and both countries continuing to work on strengthening these ties.
Any first lady can do whatever they want to do. In this country, people expect them to work on whatever they want or to have a career of their own.
The real influence on my work was reality, that of my country and Latin America in general.
There is no reason why the women of the country should not greatly advance themselves.
I want to tell women in developing countries that they are as powerful as their male counterparts, and they can play an equal role in their respective societies.
I keep thinking about how terrifyingly vulnerable women are in so many countries.
Every country has its own perspective on the Second World War. This is not surprising when experiences and memories are so different.
In America, the top 1 percent led the country into war and economic devastation, leaving the less fortunate to fight for one and pay for both.
War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.
Long live the liberation of the workers off all countries from the infernal chasm of war, exploitation and slavery!
After the Second World War, people in Japan no longer died for their country, and even that expression was no longer used.
What I've learned, and will try to remember from now on, is that defending your country's credibility is never sufficient reason to fight a war.
The God of Imagination lived in fairytales. And the best fairytales made you fall in love. It was while flicking through "Sleeping Beauty" that I met my first love, Ivar. He was a six-year-old bello ragazzo with blond hair and eyebrows. He had bomb-b...
That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You stand in a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of them can compare to you. I remember when you started working at t...
I love you, Tess McGee. I don’t do big funny or heartfelt speeches in front of people at birthday parties, but I’m excellent in private alcoves in beer gardens.” He paused. “Okay, that sounded really bad, what I mean is …” I kissed him in...
Inside the maize mill, the owners no longer had any use for a broom. The hungry people kept the floors cleaner than a wet mop. At the beginning of the month, the mill was packed full of those waiting for fallen scraps. The crowd would part long enoug...
With the money my mother earned from selling cakes, my father cut a deal with Mangochi and bought one pail of maize. My mother took it to the mill, saved half the flour for us, and used the rest for more cakes. We did this every day, taking enough to...
I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have. It’s like . . . it’s like there’s only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, they were all to prepare me...
