Being a Victoria's Secret model, which was always my dream.

I think you always need to try your best, but at the same time you can only do what you can do. Don't beat yourself up about it.

I'm not white-picket-fence perfect.

I like to dream, but I like to make things happen.

I was determined to experience the birth, and I am so scared at the thought of having my abdomen cut open. So I was lucky that the birth went very smoothly.

It's important to keep a balanced diet, but I'm not a fan of deprivation. If I want a cheeseburger, I am not only going to eat that cheeseburger, but I'm going to enjoy that cheeseburger.

You should spend your money on some nice lingerie. Big wool cotton pants, that just doesn't work. You have to feel sexy.

I represent more the healthy, happy, curvy, strong woman. And that sounds much healthier to me than being 80 pounds and skinny as a bean.

Pursue success, long after any sane person would have given up.

Because I'm on the runway with some of the best models in the industry.

My career never suffered from my not being skinny. I never did catwalk work because I was always too big. I couldn't get the clothes over my hips.

That which is aware of sadness is not sad. That which is aware of fear is not fearful. The moment I am lost in thought, however, I'm as confused as anyone else.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

If you uproot the idol and fail to plant the love of Christ in its place, the idol will grow back.

I'd probably go to see Saturn first-thing and see as close to those rings as I can get and see if I can fly by one of them and try and put one of my hands through them.

The Europeans must finally understand the incredible shock triggered by the attacks of September 11.

I'm not a good collaborator in general.

"Getting away from it all," many people want that, and of course ultimately the only way to get away from it all is to go within, now.

It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.

When it comes to accepting emotional support or affection, I'm a little guarded and hardened to that.

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.