I never wanted to feel I hadn't worked hard enough.

I don't know how many people really knew who I was before the Olympics and that's the fun thing of the Olympics - you get to know someone who captures your heart, hopefully.

Every day, someone realizes a dream. I believe dreams help light our darkness and give us the push we need to move across the rink of life.

I'd try to channel my nervous energy in a positive way into strength and endurance. It didn't always work.

At 6 years old, the ice became a place for me to express myself. Because I was so shy off the ice, it became my safe haven, with music and freedom and self-expression. That was my emotional outlet.

I'm always looking for inspiring ways to stay motivated and stay active.

Once you have a child, your heart is forever outside your body. I totally understand that now.

Being an athlete, you know how to train and prepare your body for a performance and you're able to do it under pressure.

As a teenager especially, I just wanted to do my thing and not be noticed.

I feel like I missed out on the regular high school social life, but that's the way I chose to be.

Now, I am thrilled to be a wife and mother, and I hope to be as good of a mother as my own mother, Carole.

Perception was easily accomplished, required little effort, and it never had to stand the test of reality.

He bowed over her hand and kissed the knuckles. He'd never despised a glove more in his life.

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

A lot of nonwhite people in America know what it's like to feel heat from the authorities, but, you know, all sorts of people can start to feel it now if Trump comes in.

Laughter is grace in its gaseous form.

Gavin saw a grave purely as a marker for the place where a corpse was decomposing; a nasty thought, yet people took it into their heads to visit and bring flowers, as though it might yet recover.

If I have to try and write one more country single, I'll lose my mind.

I am a dog that loves my fleas.

Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.