I don't want to lose my fitness. I'm 45. I have two babies. I've got a long way to go and I want to keep in tiptop shape. There's no magic bullet.

I walk around with a hat, sunglasses, and sunscreen all the time.

With the red hair, you get the white skin; it's a package deal. The cons are that you never look particularly attractive on the beach. The pros are in a softly lit room, you look pretty.

I'll tell you my routine - it's really exciting. I feed, I burp, I change diapers, I pump. And then I have a tiny window of time to myself.

~I use humor instead of getting into that whole yes and no thing all the time. It's about just getting them to laugh rather than getting in power struggles.~

What I lack in energy, I have in wisdom.

I have good genes in my family, so we'll see just how long I'll be around.

If I have a 12 or 14 hour workday, I am home the next. I cut out anything that is frivolous or doesn't need to be done.

I really love and it is important to me to be physically fit.

It's kind of ironic that if I get my Ph.D., I'll be a real doctor

I would ask my dad what he did, and he'd say, 'I listen to people's problems.' In some way what he did for a living is in my genes.

The human race is called on throughout the Bible to repent of sin and return to God.

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I don't really look at myself as a power hitter. I look at myself as someone who drives the ball to the gaps, hits line drives.

Rain is used as white noise when God is disgusted by too much prayer, when the sky is stuffed to bursting with the noise of what people need.

History is an indispensable even though not the highest form of intellectual endeavor.

I enjoyed my life when I had nothing... and kinda like the idea of just being happy with me.

I knew I wasn't the person to play Ponyboy because I'm a girl, but without knowing it, I understand that was a place I could put all the stuff that I was feeling.

You don't have to be doing vocal acrobatics or singing all over the scale to have soul.

Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently contagious one.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?