We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
The only thing with press attention is that it can be very draining on our energy store.
India's rivers are undergoing a drastic change. Our perennial rivers are becoming seasonal. Many of the smaller rivers have already vanished.
Dreams are the touchstones of our character.
With the dreary season in which we travelled part of the route; with our minds much more actively employed in forming resources for our preservation from famine.
I did an episode on my talk show on cellulite, and I brought seven women into a dressing room at Nordstrom's in L.A., and we all sat and talked about our cellulite.
We dribble away our life, little by little, in small packages - we don't throw it away all at once.
Our citizens never hesitate to take sides against one another, whether it's Democrats versus Republicans, Coke drinkers opposed to Pepsi enthusiasts or Yankee loyalists against Red Sox aficionados.
When I discovered that hexavalent chromium was causing cancer in the town of Hinkley, California, it led to residents being paid $333m in compensation. But, unbelievably, that chemical remains in our drinking water.
'Drip' is just another word for swag. Swag was not our word - my era is drip; that's our swag.
We've gone through many different permutations of coffee-making, from grinding our own beans to the regular drip to an iced coffee maker.
I think the sheer number of pop stars has kind of drowned out, somewhat, our interest. We're just submerged.
Oil is drowning our oceans and drowning our boreal forests.
I am on an album with theater icon Billy Porter called the 'Soul of Richard Rodgers.' Our duet is called 'Carefully Taught.'
I like Passion Duo, our brand-new gloss fusion lipstick. I also like our Illuminator - it's a glow-illuminating powder.
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
We never fail when we try to do our duty, we always fail when we neglect to do it.
Challenging and highlighting abusive power dynamics in our culture is my goal; replicating them is not.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Let us not, in the eagerness of our haste to educate, forget all the ends of education.
