Chappell Roan
- Pink Pony Club
I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee. Oh Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me. Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene. She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream, "God, what have you done? You're a pink pony girl, and you dance at the club." "Oh mama, I'm just having fun! On the stage in my heels, it's where I belong, down at the Pink Pony Club."
Jill Biden
- Sprint for Women's Health
We have a clear goal: to fundamentally change how our nation approaches and funds women's health research. Research on women's health has always been underfunded, many medical studies have focused on men and left women out, many of the medicine dosages, treatments, medical school textbooks, are based on men and their bodies - and that information doesn't always apply to women.
Fiona Apple
- Paper Bag
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star to pray on, or wish on, or something like that. I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy whose reality I knew was a-hopeless to be had. But then the dove of hope began its downward slope, and I believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed. But as it came down near, so did a weary tear. I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.
Richard Powers
- The Overstory
Here's the thing about an apple: it sticks in the throat. It's a package deal: lust and understanding. Immortality and death. Sweet pulp with cyanide seeds. It's a bang on the head that births up whole sciences. A golden delicious discord, the kind of gift chucked into a wedding feast that leads to endless war. It's the fruit that keeps the gods alive. The first, worst crime, but a fortunate windfall. Blessed be the time that apple taken was.
Richard Powers
- The Overstory
The comic made him a superhero, with the power to make things spring up from the dirt. It said nothing about the philanthropist with a shrewd sense of property, the tramp who'd die owning twelve hundred acres of the richest land in the country. She always thought he was just myth. She must still discover that myths are basic truths twisted into mnemonics, instructions posted from the past, memories waiting to become predictions.
