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.

I do know that when my children are older and telling their own children about their grandmother, they will be able to say that she stood in the storm...and when the wind did not blow her way - - and it surely has not - - she adjusted her sails.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

You recognize a survivor when you see one. You recognize a fighter when you see one.

We were never a family that had a lot. We had enough, but not a lot.

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.

You never know when something's going to hit you in a particular way and just knock you loose.