I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God: "It is seriously time for a miracle."

In the face of excruciating pain and uncertainty, I never lost hope, and it never occurred to me to stop fighting - not ever.

Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there's the paparazzi giving you stress.

I'm holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something - that may not be very clear to me right now - but that I will do.

Before my mother died, she made me promise to do everything that could be done to make sure my father was not left alone after she was gone.

What would you do if someone said to you: "You're so popular right now that you can be on the cover of every magazine, but if you do that, you might get overexposed and a backlash will develop"? That's life. Everything has positive and negative consequences.

Everything has positive and negative consequences.