My philosophy is that, in life, you have to want something. If you just say "la-la-la" and go through life without a goal, nothing will happen.

I think you always need to try your best, but at the same time you can only do what you can do. Don't beat yourself up about it.

I'm not white-picket-fence perfect.

I like to dream, but I like to make things happen.

I was determined to experience the birth, and I am so scared at the thought of having my abdomen cut open. So I was lucky that the birth went very smoothly.

It's important to keep a balanced diet, but I'm not a fan of deprivation. If I want a cheeseburger, I am not only going to eat that cheeseburger, but I'm going to enjoy that cheeseburger.

You should spend your money on some nice lingerie. Big wool cotton pants, that just doesn't work. You have to feel sexy.

I represent more the healthy, happy, curvy, strong woman. And that sounds much healthier to me than being 80 pounds and skinny as a bean.

Pursue success, long after any sane person would have given up.

Because I'm on the runway with some of the best models in the industry.

My career never suffered from my not being skinny. I never did catwalk work because I was always too big. I couldn't get the clothes over my hips.

No person has the right to rain on your dreams.

I think I'm a tiny bit like Harry 'cos I'd like to have an owl. Yeah, that's the tiny bit, actually.

Of course I regret not having been able to spend time with my family.

Don't overload Gratitude; if you do, she'll kick.

Lingerie has gotten really cute, with little booty underwear and the cute little bras. They've gotten really detailed. I saw one the other day with little baby pearls on the strap. I had to have it.

Fashion has to be about what is.

The man who will present Christ to others must be occupied with Christ for Himself.

I do believe that the party needs to evolve, or I won't be a part of it.

In New York, f*** isn't even a word. It's a comma.

A good wife is like the ivy which beautifies the building to which it clings, twining its tendrils more lovingly as time converts the ancient edifice into a ruin.