My grandmother always would say, "This, too, shall pass." It is always true.

My first waitress job was at Johnny Rockets in New Jersey, and then I waited tables at a sports bar.

Laughter makes me come alive. Either being made to laugh or igniting it.

Dishonesty makes me feel vulnerable.

There is always a reason. When I look back on things that really upset me at the moment, I can always see why it happened in retrospect.

I do yoga daily as well. I need to start the day with some sort of physical activity. That combined with the meditation clears my mind and energizes me.

I usually need to sit with pain a while. Really feel it. Then I need to talk it out. Luckily, I am surrounded by wonderful listeners who haven't told me to shut up yet.

When my husband came to my parents' house for the first time, he asked, 'Why is everyone screaming? Why are they so angry?' I said, 'No one's angry. This is just how we communicate.

I was a super shy, shy kid, so that was kind of my way of expressing myself - to mimic what I saw on TV. I was a bit of a weird kid, but luckily my parents encouraged it.

Meditation is very important to me. I feel off-balance when I skip a day.

I knew from a young age that I wanted to perform. I went to an arts camp called Brookdale Arts Camp, in New Jersey, from the time I was 6, and then I was a counselor there through high school.

Some people are street-smart, some people are book-smart, but most people are just dumber than dirt.

Words create. Know what you want to create before you speak

Life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards.

Resisting and avoiding pain sucks energy-and time. The more you let yourself feel those minute-and-a-half hells, the quicker you'll start feeling those minute-and-a-half happinesses.

Like what you do. If you don't like it, do something else.

I think most serious and omnivorous readers are alike- intense in their dedication to the word, quiet-minded, but relieved and eagerly talkative when they meet other readers and kindred spirits.

I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.

So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?

My big fear is that if I act the way I am, people will notice that there is nothing to see. So I have to be active all the time, covering up.

When thou findest thyself scorning another, look then at thy own heart and laugh at thy folly.