“For the past several years, I've been harboring a fantasy, a last political crusade for the baby-boom generation. We, who started on the path of righteousness, marching for civil rights and against the war in Vietnam, need to find an appropriately high-minded approach to life's exit ramp.” NeedsYearsWarLastsPastPoliticalFantasyPathRightsGenerationsBabyApproachCivil RightsRighteousnessVietnamExitCrusadesRampBaby Boom Author:Joe Klein
“I'm selling my soul to Hollywood Records. I love you like a love song baby, a sinful, miracle, lyrical. He ate my soul. He's Lucifer. I'm torn I'm selling my soul to the rhythm because I'm become so possessed with the music he plays. I chose a path and I'm not looking back.” SoulPlaySongPathRecordsLove YouBabyHollywoodMiracleSellingRhythmMy SoulPossessedLooking BackTornLyricalLuciferLove You LikeI Love You Like Author:Selena Gomez
“We cannot birth our babies through sheer force of will. We need to learn the more subtle, the equally powerful, path of surrender.” NeedsForcePowerfulPathBabyBirthSurrenderSubtleSheerForce Of Will Author:Sarah J. Buckley
“My first experience of having a baby was about as natural as birth can be, and though I didn't know it at the time, it set my feet on a path that eventually led me to become a childbirth author and a midwife.” KnowsFirstsNaturalPathFeetBabyBirthChildbirthHaving A BabyMidwife Author:Robin Lim
“My passion for maternal and child health led me to continue my studies and pursue the path of midwifery. And here I am now... still catching babies.” ChildrenStillsPassionStudyPathBabyPursueMy PassionCatchingHere I AmMidwifery Author:Robin Lim
“Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.” IfsWorldLittlesPainFacesNamesSleepPleasurePathBabyLoversKissingTreasureBuriedMistakenWakes YouBuried Treasure Author:Neil Gaiman
“If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The moon would rise above the wine-dark sea and give babies only to maidens and musicians who had prayed long and hard. Lost girls wouldn't need compasses or maps. They would find gingerbread paths to lead them out of the forest and home again. They would never sleep in silver boxes with white velvet sheets, not until they were wrinkled-paper grandmas and ready for the trip.” IfsNeedsGivingLongHardHomeBodyWould BeGirlLostStarsDarkSleepWhitePathSeaSkyReadyBabyMoonPaperMusicianWineBoxesLegsForestsSilverMapsTiedCrashSheetsSpidersCompassTruckRise AboveGrandmaVelvetMaidensNever SleepGingerbreadLost Girl Author:Laurie Halse Anderson