What I find is with all due deference to - deference to our male colleagues, that women's styles tend to be more collaborative.
We can lift standards of living for working families in this country. We can help small businesses create jobs. And we can have a beneficial impact on the economy as a whole if we do tax reform right.
What we've been hearing over and over again is that the reason Republicans are opposed to the surtax is because of the concern of its impact on job creation. Well, if you carve out employers, you take away that argument.
We can never fully repay the debt of our proud nation to those who have laid down their lives for our country. The best we can do is honor their memory, ensure that their sacrifice is not in vain, and help provide for their families.
Like the canary in the coal mine, the climate changes already evident in the Arctic are a call to action.
Soaring prescription drug costs have placed a tremendous strain on family budgets. They have also imposed a heavy burden on employers - both public and private - who are struggling to provide affordable health insurance coverage to their workers.
As America is growing older, there are more and more families caring for older parents and grandparents, and it's extremely expensive.
I'm pleased the administration is endorsing the need for legislation dealing with the chemical sector. In the past, the administration's position has been ambiguous.
Taking the time to read to children is not only a worthwhile investment but also a wonderful experience. I have visited 119 schools in Maine, and these visits are among the most rewarding experiences in my career in public service.
What Americans want is more affordable health care.
I do not want to impose additional taxes on the employers at a time when our economy is very fragile and we want to encourage them to hire.
I have never endorsed Roy Moore. Just the fact that he was forced off the state supreme court is enough for me.
There aren't that many fields where you can really affect people's lives.
It is incumbent upon us to respond to the unique needs of military women and ensure they receive proper care during the first year following childbirth.
On the Medicare/paygo spending cuts, I strongly oppose that and have asked what is the plan to avert that. Senator McConnell assured me that will not be allowed to happen.
These are challenging times at home and around the world. We will have to work together in a bipartisan spirit and with our international partners if we are going to achieve progress and peace now and for future generations.
In light of the attacks on mass transit systems in other countries, shouldn't we be beefing up?... Clearly more could be done.
Well, first let me say that I think health care reform is important. It has to be a priority. And our system is broken. The Finance Committee bill is the best effort yet, due in large measure to the efforts of my colleague, Olympia Snowe, but it's not there yet. It falls short.
I do not believe that the top rate should be lowered for individuals who are making more than $1 million a year. I don't think there's any need to eliminate the estate tax.
Our society needs to become less fragmented and more open to alternative viewpoints.
The Medicaid program has been on the books for more than 50 years. The Graham-Cassidy bill proposes a dramatic, sweeping change in the way that program would be allocated and administered. And a program which does need reform, but we need careful reform. And I don't think this bill does that.
I look coolly into the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
As if on cue, Haymitch falls off the stage, and they groan comically.
I feel the sickening impact of the skull against my shoe. The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.
I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.
What did Finnick Odair want? he asks.
Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.
To murder innocent people? says Peeta. It costs everything you are.
Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta," she says. Of course, she says this; it's what she thinks will calm me. But her next words come as a surprise. "If he does, he won't have anyone left you want. He won't have any way to hurt you.
I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.
It's a saying from thousands of years ago, written in a language called Latin about a place called Rome, he explains. Panem et Circenses translates into ‘Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.
So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your sunny personality.
And right when your song ended I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner," Peeta says. "Then for the next eleven years, I tried to work up the nerve to talk to you.
Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.
We're sideswiped by a gurney bearing an unconscious, emaciated young woman with a shaved head. Her flesh shows bruises and oozing scabs. Johanna Mason. Who actually knew rebel secrets. At least the one about me. And this is how she has paid for it.
If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.
But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.
Okay, listen to me, you're stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that's all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.
Any last words of advice? Peeta asks. Stay alive, Haymitch says gruffly. That's.
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They're very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them.
I cross to Peeta and wrap my arms around him, and for a while we all stay silent.
You can run away, but the prophecy will find you somehow.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. [...] When I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever.
I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks.
I don't even know why you bothered to put Finnick and me through training, Plutarch, I say.
I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.
That was Mahogany!!
