France is the country where the money falls apart and you can't tear the toilet paper.

France is a place where the money falls apart in your hands but you can't tear the toilet paper.

Thinking in its lower grades is comparable to paper money and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.

I remember my mom saying to me that what your friends do is one thing but what you do could be on the front page of the paper.

I can't remember a time when my mom didn't work. She has forever been on the move: a go-getter. When my brother Adel and I had a paper route as kids my mom would get up before us at the crack of dawn to drop off the Washington Post at different corners.

I had always loved to write and my mom was my editor for my school papers.

When you think of couponing you picture a mom cutting coupons out of the back of the newspaper.

You don't realize how hard it is to live on your own. But there's no mom to do your laundry and make you dinner and to do things for you and you don't think about little things like buying paper towels and salt.

In 1963 and later papers I pointed out that the special market characteristics of medical care and medical insurance could be explained by reference to differences in information among the parties involved.

The current medical records system is this: Room after room after room in a hospital filled with paper files.