I don't want to be 'the girl with cancer' ... I just didn't want that to be my only thing. But it is part of me. And it's a big part of me.

The days, months, and years eventually reveal, like a Polaroid, a clear picture of how significant events and decisions ultimately shape our lives.

There are two types of people: The ones who give you 50 reasons it can't be done ... and the ones who just do it.

Be crazy. Be stupid. Be silly. Be weird. Be whatever. Because life is too short to be anything but happy

I love music. For me, music is morning coffee. It's mood medicine. It's pure magic. A good song is like a good meal-I just want to inhale it and then share a bite with someone else.

Tone is often the most important part of a conversation - and listening is so much more important than what you say.

I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!

When my shoes are killing me, I take a maxi pad and put it in the bottom of my shoe. It is better than any Dr. Scholl's insert. That fashion tip has saved me through some long nights.

Having cancer empowered me to take more risks. I knew beating cancer was going to shape me, but it wasnt going to be all of me.

I've had weight issues all my life. I've been on all the diets: Atkins, liquid protein, Scarsdale diet. Now I go to the gym often. I'm always on the StairMaster, and I do weights.

I try to live in a little bit of my own joy and not let people steal it or take it.

It's time to consider: What are the toughest choices you face as you lead yourself and others into the future?

There are three trips you take to India: the one you think you’re going to have – that you plan for

Learn young about hard work and manners - and you'll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

When you doubt one thing about yourself, you start thinking there's also something wrong with your hair, your body, your clothes, your accent.

What I do is me, for that I came.

Justice is happiness according to virtue.

And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood.

She heard pa shouting,"Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!

There is not a single human characteristic that can be safely labeled as American.

It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you, for my whole life.1