I think most people know inherently that good wins.

I made some friends at Listerine and they taught me a little bit about oral care. That half of adults suffer from oral disease, that the number one chronic disease among children is oral disease, that we're only taking care of 25% of our mouths when brushing alone and there are more germs in your mouth than there are people on the planet.

No matter how much love is there, these aren't two people who are actually good for each other. They don't help each other grow. They stifle each other's growth.

I cherish all of the times I've fallen on my face and made mistakes, because those experiences have made me who I am.

I'm a one-man kind of girl, and I only want a man who's a one-woman man.

The horizon is an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.

One time I had too many Heinekens and I googled myself and realized that that was a very, very bad combination. One should not google oneself. My mother lets me know when I'm being followed by paparazzi. She's like, "There's a man who is outside your house, Ginny, and you need to be logging onto this website to see if you can find a pattern in when he follows you." But otherwise, I can't find any good reason to read my own press.