I've had a little bad, bad media luck the new year. Well, apparently I'm dating Bill Clinton, which makes me nervous. I didn't know, though.

It's a war of attrition. If you have patience and a modicum of faith in yourself your chances are not too bad.

Children are like crazy, drunken small people in your house.

I'm so not stylish by nature, but I've learned to work with what I have.

I'm on a strict gossip diet. No gossip websites, no gossip magazines. Otherwise, I find it paralyzing to exist.

Baltimore is a great place.

Success is getting up one more time than you fall down.

I suffer the terrible disease of low self-esteem.

I grew up playing field hockey and lacrosse - prep school sport - and I was terrible at them.

I guess I'm not that aware of such a big fan base. I have a few core people who write me no matter what I'm doing, but I hardly have sacks of mail being dropped on my door!

In my family, Mom can lead the sports activities, no problem! Except football - that, my husband does.

The eye of danger and the face of fear are what really pull off a person's mask.

There's no room in perfection for insecurity.

I am a shark. A shark who dreamed he was a man.

She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

I'm trying my best to keep my private life guarded. It's not easy at all. Non, non, non.

I started playing jazz by slowing down Tal Farlow records and analyzing his runs

Maybe that is why there are not a whole lot of problems between the church and worldly culture today, because we are not confronting the culture around us.

A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.

Why give you the cure when the disease makes money?