Sorry, Sister. You're not “normal.” You're exceptional. You're a Bombshell. If this was easy, everyone would be a successful business owner.

Because I started investing in wiserrelationships, I am now an absurdly wealthy woman—if blessings, fulfillment & joy are measured as wealth.

Most people like to talk about themselves, so get them going and you’ll make new friends quickly!

By not stepping into your greatness, you are letting down everyone around you whom you can inspire, touch, or influence.

I always say that my success has been three parts support and encouragement from my amazing network and one part piss and vinegar.

If you were stranded in the ocean in a small boat with a paddle, I’d tell you to pray to God, but row for the shore!

Determine how you are going to measure your success.

Remember, you are not aspiring for perfection, Bombshell. You are aspiring for progress, one step at a time.

Be sure to ask for help, and vent or brag on your progress along the way.

Do your best in the day, for the day, and then work on tomorrow when it comes. Show yourself grace and laugh at yourself.

Don’t be bothered with what you think other people expect of you when it comes to your raw talent.

We all live in the sublime. Where else can we live? That is the only place of life.

There are more important things than money. If I were motivated by money, I could have sold these documents to any number of countries and gotten very rich.

One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.

You see me, I wanted to be fashion designer. I became fashion designer. So I think that everything is possible.

I think I'm a great organizer. Not that I'm organized, but I'm a great organizer of other people.

One little lie or dishonest act leads to another until the perpetrator is caught in the web of deceit.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

It is my conviction that basic Reality is not all that perplexing. What seems difficult to assimilate are the manifold details of Reality, not its fundamental elements.

That's right, I am a book kisser.

Other seasons come abruptly but ask so little when they do. Winter is the only one that has to be relearned.