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 was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

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 was quick.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

She was bewildered.

She was standing in a thick grove.

She already knew this unwholesome, chilling atmosphere that was somehow grotesquely alive.

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

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

She was wearing nothing beneath the coat.

She was standing with her back to the glass door.

She was just not able to break the spell.

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

Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??

She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.

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