I want people to see how hard my husband and kids work on the ranch.

I'm working on a second cookbook and am working on my love story, 'Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.

My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.

I'm a thirty-something ranch wife, mother of four, moderately agoraphobic middle child who grew up on a golf course in the city.

The truth of the matter is that I live on an isolated cattle ranch in the middle of Oklahoma and that's not going to change.

I'm a writer and a photographer - I'm totally aware that doesn't always translate to TV.

Knowing what I'll write about and what I won't has never really been a problem. I won't write about things that bore me.

I hate to play the I-live-in-the-country card, but it really takes all of the 'pack the kids into the car and run from here to there' out of the equation.

As The Pioneer Woman has grown and the revenue has grown, the prizes keep getting better, and that certainly feels good.

It never occurred to me that I was going to have to talk to a camera. I don't know if I can do this.

I had been teaching myself photography.

Love is the key to the heart.

I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting.

Since the Renaissance, people have had to get used to living their life on a random planet in the vast galaxy.

Mars has been flown by, orbited, smacked into, radar inspected, and rocketed onto, as well as bounced upon, rolled over, shoveled, drilled into, baked, and even laser blasted.

I never really had the classic struggle. I had faith.

Seeming devotion does but gild a knave, That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave; But where religion does with virtue join, It makes a hero like an angel shine.

God loves every one of us but cannot directly benefit us; he can benefit us only indirectly through each other. For this reason he inspires us with his love

Life is nothing but a memory. People who dwell on the bad ones aren't going to have a whole lot of good ones coming up.

There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.

That's my sweetheart in there. I'm not living her. This is my home now. Your mother is my home.