There's Some Way In Which We Would

When I'm Engaged In A Story My Health Is Not A Big Deal, But When I'm Not Doing Anything, If You Sit Me Down, I Can Get Tied Up In My Own Medical Dramas. So I Much Prefer To Work.

We Often Have An Exaggerated Sense Of What Nonprofits And Governments Are Doing To Help The Poor, But The Really Inspiring Thing Is How Much The Poor Are Doing To Help Themselves.

In My Kind Of Reporting Work, You Don't Parachute In After Some Big, Terrible Event, Which Is Important And Has To Be Covered, But Offers Only A Glimpse. It's The Kind Of Work In Which You Ask, What Is My Understanding Of How The World Works, And Where Can I Go To See These Questions Get Worked Out In Individuals' Lives? That Was Really The Question For Me: Whether I Had Anything To Add To What Had Already Been Written.

Don't Correct Me, You Don't Have Any Rights Over Me." "what Kind Of Life Is This? So I Sit At Home , Entirely Dependent On This Man, And Then It Turns Out His Heart Was Never With Me. How Is It Possible To Force Someone To Love Me?

One Chronicler Writes Of An Area Of India During The End Of The 20th Century: Almost No-one In This Slum Was Poor By Indian Benchmarks. ... True, A Few Residents Trapped Rats And Frogs And Fried Them For Dinner. A Few Ate The Scrub Grass At The Sewage Lake Edge. And These Individuals, Miserable Souls, Thereby Made An Inestimable Contribution To Their Neighbors. They Gave Those Slum Dwellers Who Didn't Fry Rats And Eat Weeds A Sense Of Their Upward Mobility.