She was one of the first women to write in the genre, and paved the way for many other female writers in speculative fiction.

She was responsible for having Clay Mine Road paved, she was a Representative for Barry Goldwater Jr., and she helped to organize an annual community parade.

She went to number one in the UK and all over Europe and paved the way for many Irish artists.

" She described her gold phase as the " baroque phase ", inspired by the idea being told as a child that America's streets would be " paved with gold ", the materialism and hedonism of the color, the sun, and the moon.

She was a member of a pioneering generation of singers who followed Marian Anderson ( including Leontyne Price, Martina Arroyo, Shirley Verrett and Reri Grist ) in the world of classical music and paved the way for future African American opera and classical singers.

She concentrated on improving the lives of her neighbors by establishing a self-help program which was responsible for new sewer systems, paved streets, a water system, and community center.

She terraced the hill on which it stands, paved the top terrace with flagstones, and assigned land and hereditary slaves for its maintenance.

She pioneered the ' head-to-hem ' boutique concept that paved the way for the future success of Ralph Lauren in America.

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

She used to tell me, `` When I stand there and look at the flag blowing this way and that way, I have the wonderful, safe feeling that Americans are protected no matter which way the wind blows ''.

She tried to find some way to draw him out, to help him.

She held herself that way and turned her head towards them and laughed and winked.

She thought royal status might come her way when, while she was still in Rome, she met Pulley Bey, a personal procurer to King Farouk of Egypt.

She had no way of knowing in advance whether an opportunity for murder existed.

She was wearing a brown cotton dress, cut across the hips in a way that was supposed to make her look slimmer, a yoke set into the skirt and flaring pleats below.

She had black eyes, long and intriguingly tilted, and the way she walked was melody.

She looked well-fed and prosperous, but he didn't get the impression he was being propositioned the way he'd been hoping.

She asked, in a way that seemed oddly sophisticated, considerate, and yet perhaps partly scornful.

She smiled all the way to her wise, sad eyes, and drained her own.

She would not stop to read them in American Express, as many were doing, sitting on benches or leaning against the walls, but pushed her way out into the street.

She would weep in private, he was sure, for she loved him in her frigid way, though in public she would be dry-eyed.

She resumed life with her family, and they supported her fully, acknowledging her chosen path and demanding of her little in the way of household responsibilities, " I was never once asked to do an errand in town, some bit of shopping … so well did they understand.

She may grow up learning all about the scientific facts of colors, but has no way of experiences colors other than black or white.

She thinks Ash murdered her parents at first, but when the evil spirits unleash against them, she realizes the truth and finds out her only way to survive is to help Ash defeat the spirits.

She is the one, or rather the love or fear she inspires in the hero, or else the concern he feels for her, who makes him act the way he does.

She is, however, portrayed as being very hypocritical ; in The Invisible Man ( series 1 ), she has no issues with violating peoples ' privacy when she runs a story using a hidden camera to catch shoplifters in a store change room, but is outraged when a rival network violates her own privacy in the same way when broadcasting a similar story.

She is depicted as a wife who knows how to get her own way even though her husband thinks he is in charge.

She also believes that too much money has been diverted away from the juvenile court system and believes that the government should find some way to make the juvenile courts work effectively so as to prevent problems in troubled children and adolescents before these problems are exacerbated by the time these adolescents reach adulthood .< ref >

" She felt it important to " influence people in a positive way " to vote on November 4.

" Further he elaborates ," She is an exemplary dancer. From Kathak to Dhak Dhak, she's done it all and wowed us every step of the way.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She studied it for a long time.

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 could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

She wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!

She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.

She was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.

She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.

She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.

She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.

She had her reasons for this.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She had done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.

She should offer substitutes for the temptations which seem overwhelmingly desirable to the child.

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She lay under the covers making jabbing motions with her forefinger telling me where to look for the coffeepot.

She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.