I realize that you have to show up for your life.

No one can take away your pain, so don't let anyone take away your happiness.

It's a life's journey of finding ourselves, finding our power, and living for yourself, not for everyone else.

I don't have to be an expert. I just have to care.

Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.

When I was in my early 20s, I had my hair permed. Bad Idea! It turned into total frizz. My advice to women is: if you have nice hair already, don't get a perm, leave your hair alone.

No one can tell you who you are and what you are made of, only you yourself know what you are made of, and only you yourself can do the work to become who you want to be.

If I can play a little part in the world's healing, and making it a better place than when I came, then I just thank God for that chance.

People who overcome their fears every day, without fanfare, without recognition. Quiet, everyday courage, that’s what I admire most.

Just smiling at someone walking down the street can make the person's day. It's all about paying it forward.

Sexual assault and domestic violence are difficult things to talk about. Talk about them anyway.

I wonder now whether inner coldness and desolation may not be the pre-condition for making the world believe, by a kind of fraudulent showmanship, that one's own wretched heart is still aglow.

Honor bespeaks worth. Confidence begets trust. Service brings satisfaction. Cooperation proves the quality of leadership.

I do have a childlike enthusiasm at times. I certainly enjoy life and get pleasure sometimes in childish things.

Have you forgotten when those towers fell, we had neighbors still inside. And you say we shouldn't worry about Bin Laden, have you forgotten?

I do not wish to kill nor to be killed, but I can foresee circumstances in which these things would be by me unavoidable.

Success and money can really be quite blinding.

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

I think anything we do - eating, walking down the street, online shopping - gives you another perspective on writing stories.

I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree And a butterfly flitted across the field And all the leaves were calling me.

Anything can change, because the smartphone revolution is still in the early stages.