Whether through apathy or confusion, the failure to claim these credits is just one way we're needlessly gifting vast sums to the taxman each year.

He was astonished at how calm he found he was. Fear of death had always energised him, making him move far more quickly than his body should have been capable of, accelerating his reactions and his thought process to a quite incredible level. This time, though, he only thought, Oh, and realised that he didn't really care all that much. He could feel his responsibilities, the love of others towards him, the unfulfilled possibilities; they were like a child's hand trying to pull him up, doing its best but simply not strong enough for the job. Above all, there was no blame. I tried to climb a wall, but I couldn't, and there it is.

i will admit there's a certain degree of giving a fuck that goes into not giving a fuck. by saying you don't care if the world falls apart, in some small way you're saying you want it to stay together, on your terms.

I understand they're frustrated with the confusion over the days. However, the worst thing that happened is they got an extra day of school.

The post-Vietnam period was a period of enormous moral confusion. It felt very much like a starting-over point, where there was a re-examination of social assumptions about the idea of law enforcement and the social contract.

There's no confusion in our office as to what it's for. It absolutely does not have anything to do with Title IX. This is strictly a consumer disclosure.