I love skating and sparkling and flying around the ice, and people clap for you. It's an amazing feeling.

The skating community is very fickle. And with me, they're especially fickle for whatever reason. Maybe I bring it on myself, but if you don't prove yourself and you don't skate consistently, then they can very easily write you off and bring somebody from behind you and put them in your place.

Don't bring a prop. It's almost like they were afraid nobody would know who they are.

It's easier for me to go to Russia and train with top coaches and choreographers there than go to Colorado Springs and train with 14 of my competitors.

I showed myself a lesser version of myself that night, and I’m glad I learned from it.

I definitely feel like I'm more of an artist than an athlete. But I'm good at both.

Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.