When I was 19 years old, I came down with anorexia. I had it for about a year before it became public. And it had a lot to do with my self-esteem.

Life comes full circle.

After the crash happened, I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I thought of Mothers Against Drunk Drivers, that they must hate me.

Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I've never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.

I'm not a religious person. I'm Catholic, so I consider myself more of a spiritual person. I believe in God.

Anorexia, you starve yourself. Bulimia, you binge and purge. You eat huge amounts of food until you're sick and then you throw up. And anorexia, you just deny yourself. It's about control.

I don't believe things happen in vain. I believe they happen for a reason.

I will never have a drink and get behind the wheel of a car. It's not illegal to drink and drive, but there becomes a certain point where it does become a crime.

I'm the most cynical person, and I know what that sounds like when you say, I don't drink and drive, and I don't. But I know people look at that with skepticism, and I understand.

You can't enjoy life if you're not nourishing your body.

I've experienced the tabloids when I had anorexia.

In the solitude of meditation, when your conscious mind becomes quiet, your subconscious reveals herself.

Most business meetings involve one party elaborately suppressing a wish to shout at the other: 'just give us the money'.

Love can't do it all without feelings.

I think you are who you are, and your kids will see who you are. So you'd better be a good person, because they are going to see it, and that's going to shape them. They are going to become you.

First, there is the law. It must be obeyed. But the law is the minimum. You must act ethically.

Sweet things happen. They still do.

Faith simply tunes into and turns on the divine flow that has always been present.

My father was totally Irish, and so I went to Ireland once. I found it to be very much like New York, for it was a beautiful country, and both the women and men were good-looking.

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.

Swear it on your life. (Zephyra) That I can never do. (Stryker) Why can’t you? (Zephyra) Because you are my life, and I can’t live another day without you. (Stryker)