The beautiful thing about such moments in life is that there is so much clarity. You know what you live for and what matters.

It's just person after person in every different country that has a life that I can’t even imagine and has gone through horror that I can’t even imagine.

I’m still having trouble convincing Pax that underwear and pants go together – underwear is not pants!

No, no, no, I've just grown up too much to be hurt by what people's opinion of my love life is.

People will say what they want to say, and it's okay. And my life will go on, and I need to focus on my life. So, do I need to defend that I'm a decent woman? I sure hope I don't. I know I am.

I don't see myself as beautiful, because I can see a lot of flaws. People have really odd opinions. They tell me I'm skinny, as if that's supposed to make me happy.

Don't fit in, don't sit still, don't ever try to be less than what you are...