She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She had helped him change his mind.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.

She had to escape.

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.

She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.

She had arrived this morning and come straight to the English Gardens.

She had retreated to this world.

She had touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She had hated the whole idea before they started.

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She might have been someone he had once loved.

She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

She had the opportunity that few clever women can resist, of showing her superiority in argument over a man.

She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.

She was wearing some sort of gray blazer.

She also complained that she was only portrayed as " sort of as an actress " and did not feel she was given credit for her other accomplishments and contributions towards Wood's career.

She is an unusual sort of person in the bookless, hedonistic society: outgoing, naturally cheerful, unorthodox, and intuitive.

She was a talking animal with a Cockney accent, and sort of a second big brother, that also manipulated and gave tasks to the housemates.

She projects her own romanticized images onto the blank slate of the patient, forming a sort of fairytale existence for herself.

She has always seen herself as " a person with so much to sort out ", and this is why she has been in analysis for a quite a number of years.

She must have some sort of built-in motor.

She becomes pregnant with a divine son ; however none of her family believe her, thinking the illicit pregnancy of the more usual sort.

She has thus been seen as a sort of " proto-Vesta ", a fire goddess sharing in her brother's Vulcan-inherited capacity for fire-breathing.

" She also spoke about June Carter Cash, stating that she believed Carter Cash was a woman ahead of her time: " I think the really remarkable thing about her character is that she did all of these things that we sort of see as normal things in the 1950s when it wasn't really acceptable for a woman to be married and divorced twice and have two different children by two different husbands and travel around in a car full of very famous musicians all by herself.

She is currently finishing work on her next album titled " Pretty Time Bomb " which she describes as being " A nostalgic sort of dream of being a pop star in the ‘ 60s and early ‘ 70s.

She turned to two friends to help sort out the financial wreckage of the marriage: club owner John " Preacher " Wells, a childhood acquaintance, and Clyde " Pumpkin " Golden, Jr. Wells and Golden found that Atkins ' gambling and profligate spending had put Vaughan around $ 150, 000 in debt.

She contributed a chapter to The Control of Parenthood ( 1920 ), comprising a sort of manifesto for her circle of Eugenicists, arguing for a " utopia " to be achieved through " racial purification ":

" According to her Reds co-star Warren Beatty, " She approaches a script sort of like a play in that she has the entire script memorized before you start doing the movie, which I don't know any other actors doing that.

She finishes by promising gratuitous pictures of penises " to annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy " before ranting about how no one wants " family entertainment ", and just want to see gratuitous violence.

She was seen by a scout from Playboy, and began to model, which " sort of interrupted " her longer term plans.

Writing for the New York Times, Ralph Thompson states, “ the normal life of Negroes in the South today – the life with its holdovers from slave times, its social difficulties, childish excitements, and endless exuberances … compared to this sort of story, the ordinary narratives of Negroes in Harlem or Birmingham seem ordinary indeed .” For the New York Herald Tribune, Sheila Hibben described Hurston as writing “ with her head as with her heart ” creating a “ warm, vibrant touch .” She praised Their Eyes as filled with “ a flashing, gleaming riot of black people, with a limitless sense of humor, and a wild, strange sadness .” New York Times critic Lucille Tompkins described Their Eyes, “ It is about Negroes … but really it is about every one, or at least every one who isn ’ t so civilized that he has lost the capacity for glory .”

In the 1850s, Hannah R. Brown contributed to the journal, the “ Una ,” made lecture tours, and edited her personal journal, “ the Agitator .” In one of her articles, she stated, “ the woman is regarded as a sort of appendage to the goods and glories a man .” She advocated that true marriages could be formed if only women were allowed to choose freely.

An attractive, unnamed woman then came down to the ring, and announcer Bruno Sammartino remarked, " She must be some sort of movie star ," referring to her glamourous sex appeal.

She also has to do a " community service job " at an animal shelter, indicating she has committed some sort of offense.

She tells Allen that she will be in New York for " six fun-filled days when the moon is full " and if she stays longer, she can never go home again ( the reason for this is unexplained, though in the Special Features of the 2004 DVD edition, there is a reference to a deleted scene in which Madison has visited a sea hag and made some sort of bargain ).

She said: “ When I was in Manchester last week, the issue was raised to me about the anonymity of juveniles who are found guilty of crimes of this sort.

She preached that sinfulness could be avoided by not only treating men and women equally, but also by keeping them separated so as to prevent any sort of temptation leading to impure acts.

She is the only one Jesse allows to enter his world and the only one who has any sort of empathy for, or acceptance of, Jesse in his family.