Anorexia is such a self-consuming, selfish disease. It's all about you. Becoming a mother, all of a sudden it wasn't about me anymore.

Life comes full circle.

After the crash happened, I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I thought of Mothers Against Drunk Drivers, that they must hate me.

Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I've never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.

I'm not a religious person. I'm Catholic, so I consider myself more of a spiritual person. I believe in God.

Anorexia, you starve yourself. Bulimia, you binge and purge. You eat huge amounts of food until you're sick and then you throw up. And anorexia, you just deny yourself. It's about control.

I don't believe things happen in vain. I believe they happen for a reason.

I will never have a drink and get behind the wheel of a car. It's not illegal to drink and drive, but there becomes a certain point where it does become a crime.

I'm the most cynical person, and I know what that sounds like when you say, I don't drink and drive, and I don't. But I know people look at that with skepticism, and I understand.

You can't enjoy life if you're not nourishing your body.

I've experienced the tabloids when I had anorexia.

It's a power that I can't explain. As it flows and it grows and it shapes my faith. There've been hundreds of moments I can't deny. When it brushe against the fire or dwelt in the Fire of God.

Our Father let the spirit of gratitude so prevail in our hearts that we may manifest thy Spirit in our lives.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Competition-driven innovation and price pressure that commercial practices foster can only make human spaceflight ever more common and U.S. leadership in this domain ever clearer.

There's no such thing as bop music, but there's such a thing as progress.

It's a cliche that the Senate is broken, and like most cliches, it's true.

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")

Thus there is no doubt the eye was intended for us to see with.

One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.

If I had been playing for money I would have complained a long time ago that I was underpaid.