If I had my life to live over, instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished ever moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

[On her father's death:] I didn't know his leaving would hurt so much.

I have paid as much as $300 a night to throw up into a sink shaped like a seashell.

My mind works . . . two boobs never get me a job.

Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted.

I originate from a family where sauce is viewed as a refreshment.

Do I have to use my own money?