The roots of education are bitter but the fruit is sweet.

In my wildest dreams I could not have imagined a sweeter life.

I worked on my voice for Sweet Dreams but only to match my speaking voice to Patsy's actual singing voice. That was my way into that character.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not there is a Covenant beyond the constitution beyond sovereign guarantee beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

How blessed are some people whose lives have no fears no dreads to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

I don't diet I don't do fads I've just decided to not eat carbs. So no more bread and pasta for the month. I can't live without chocolate though. I've always got a bar in my handbag. It has to be 72%. Any less and it's too sweet any more and it's inedible. Like I said I'm very particular.

I've never been a huge sweets eater and I've always loved a Mediterranean diet. We eat a lot of dark leafy greens and a couple meals each week are meat-free. We enjoy eating a balanced diet.

I'm lucky I don't like sweets not even chocolate.

French fries. I love them. Some people are chocolate and sweets people. I love French fries. That and caviar.

I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.