My father had gone to Vietnam.

You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be open.

Compromise today is too often applauded simply for itself. The cost of compromise to principles and real lives doesn't seem to matter.

Life is this great big blackboard, and on it you write all the things that you do.

What happened after Katrina is that people were stirred to action; there were an enormous number of contributions by people trying to make a difference. But then we forget. We've forgotten Katrina victims, we've forgotten the face of poverty.

If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ever ask me if I was 'over it'. They would ask me how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning to walk and to breathe and to live without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before.

I am imperfect in a million ways, but I always thought I was the kind of woman, the kind of wife to whom a husband would be faithful.