I think the concept of seeking fame and fortune in women's football in the States is a bit idyllic.
When I think about political races, and certain consultants, the word that comes to mind is dirty. Dirty, dirty, DIRTY!
[After her 18-day disappearance in 1974:] I love my husband very, very much, but he didn't ask me when he ran for mayor and he didn't consult me about running for governor. It would be nice to be asked. . . . You know, I've been my mother's daughter, my father's daughter, the wife of my husband, the mother of my six children, and grandmother to my eleven grandchildren, but I have never been me. But I am now because I went away. I am a changed woman.
It's hard for me to write about anything personal because I get way too personal.
In the Senate race I went for some candidate endorsement meetings and three people there asked me: Do you go to a therapist? Because they could not believe that with the beating I took in the mayor's race I could still come in there cracking jokes and talking about the issues!
I would suggest that people do need to trust someone, to think they care about you. I believe that in my heart.
We need to consider that only a small amount of the public vote for the mayor of a city. It's because they are disgusted and don't trust the government.
It was getting the results that made science worth doing; the accolades were a thin, secondary pleasure.
People in the hospital. . . call me the wellest man on the ward. That's what's going to sustain me. I have these energy reserves that I somehow can't seem to deplete.
The writing about what you know thing was a huge one. Not worrying so much about what people think. Just writing for myself and the band is enough.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.