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

She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.

She wrote:

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

She wrote to her brother, " All Mr. Lane's efforts have been to disunite us.

She wrote a volume of poetry with her sisters ( Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, 1846 ) and two novels.

She wrote her " Recipe Redux " feature for the Times magazine until February 27, 2011.

She also wrote the updated introduction to Sagan's book The Cosmic Connection, the epilogue of Billions and Billions, and her own novel, A Famous Broken Heart.

She wrote at least three autobiographical books about adapting to blindness.

Following some success illustrating cards and booklets, Potter wrote and illustrated The Tale of Peter Rabbit publishing it first privately in 1901, and a year later as a small, three-colour illustrated book with Frederick Warne & Co. She became unofficially engaged to her editor Norman Warne in 1905 despite the disapproval of her parents, but he died suddenly a month later, of leukemia.

In a 1958 letter to a friend in West Germany, Paternak wrote, " She was put in jail on my account, as the person considered by the secret police to be closest to me, and they hoped that by means of a grueling interrogation and threats they could extract enough evidence from her to put me on trial.

She had said, " Don't forget yourself to the point of believing that it was you who wrote this work.

She also took job opportunities working briefly at dance halls in Japan and Taiwan, and wrote two missives under the name " Courtney Michelle " in punk-zine Maximumrocknroll on local bands Poison Idea and Rancid Vat.

She wrote:

She wrote the Nüjie ostensibly for her daughters, instructing them on how to live proper Confucian lives as wives and mothers.

She wrote the preface for On War and by 1834 had published several of his books.

" ( Church Manual, page 41 ) She also wrote: " The cardinal points of Christian Science cannot be lost sight of, namely — one God, supreme, infinite, and one Christ Jesus.

She wrote Jane Eyre under the pen name Currer Bell.

She did not ally herself with Eakins ' ardent student supporters, and later wrote, " A curious instinct of self-preservation kept me outside the magic circle.

She was well suited to the precise work but later wrote, " this was the lowest depth I ever reached in commercial art, and although it was a period when youth and romance were in their first attendance on me, I remember it with gloom and record it with shame.

She wrote, " Fleury is much less benign than Bouguereau and don't temper his severities … he hinted of possibilities before me and as he rose said the nicest thing of all, ' we will do all we can to help you '… I want these men … to know me and recognize that I can do something.

She spent most of her childhood and all of her adult life based in Paris and then the abbey at Poissy, and wrote entirely in her adoptive tongue of Middle French.

She also wrote a minor chart hit for Hank Williams Jr during this period.

Jim Kerr of Simple Minds was so moved by the results of the Enniskillen bombing in 1987 that he wrote new words to the traditional folk song " She Moved Through The Fair " and the group recorded it with the name " Belfast Child ".

She wrote to Leicester:

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She looked more like twenty-five or six.

She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.

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

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

She soared over the new pastor like an avenging angel lest he stray from the path and not know all the truth and gossip of which she was chief repository.

She held Jonathan's letter, his words burning like a brand, and knew suddenly that the bonds between them were severed.

She didn't like to travel.

She grasped the chair arms and brought her thin body upright, like a bird alert for flight.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She is more like her full brother, Taraday Hanover, but larger.

She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.

She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

She didn't like her stepmother, but nothing is known to have occurred shortly before the crime that could have caused such a murderous rage.

She was a large woman with a frizzled gray poodle cut and a pencil clamped like a bit between her teeth while she hunted and pecked on an old typewriter.

She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.

She sounded so exactly like Doaty that Henrietta obeyed her under the clear impression that she could either comply or stay home.

She felt like a fool, too.

She looked out at the corn field, the great green deep acres of it rolled out like the sea in the field beyond the whitewashed fence bordering the grounds.

She might like to take him to St. Peter's.