Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
Traditions are always puzzling to those who don't share them. I'm Jewish, so the idea of a 'perfect family Christmas' is foreign to me.
The scouts are watching matches and we have a huge amount of data we purchase and a pyramid approach in terms of delivering that information to our chief scout and his team who are assessing it.
My father came from a Quaker family. His father was a professional artist who did portraits - very traditional, a lot of religious subjects.
Do we really need to arm our citizens with machine guns or semiautomatic weapons? And don't we need to make sure that people who do own guns are qualified to own them?
One of the most powerful tools for empowering individuals and communities is making certain that any individual who wants to receive a quality education can do so.
I love hard; I love who I love, and I don't make any qualms about it.
I don't pick and choose. I've never really had an qualms about who I fight next.
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
I keep wondering who defends Quebec identity: who defends sovereignty, the right of the people to express themselves freely.
Secessionists, whether in Scotland, Catalonia, Quebec or anywhere else, invariably assume that a person must either be Scottish or British, Catalan or Spanish, Quebecois or Canadian. What about those who feel they are both?
I think there is much more queer visibility than there was when I was a kid. There is marriage, more trans visibility, and many more celebrities who are open about the sexuality. This was so not the case when I was a kid.
The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
The person who runs away exposes himself to that very danger more than a person who sits quietly.
As a little girl, I thought I'd like to get married on the beach. But I'm not the quintessential girl who had these sort of fantasies about that stuff.
I wanted to be that quirky girl who writes funny songs that still have meaning.
No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.
I wasn't really aware that my father was working for quite a while. I thought it was my mother who had all the money!
Let's get one thing straight - there is a big difference between a quitter and someone who gives up. Unfortunately, I have the right to make this claim because I fit into the category of 'quitter.'
I was a bookworm who aced every test - until third grade, when my teacher handed out a pop quiz about Jesus and the Apostles.
