I want to ski as long as I can.

When my parents were getting divorced, I just said to myself, 'Go to sleep, and tomorrow you can go skiing.' I cried myself to sleep, and in the morning I was up on the mountain, and I was good.

I ski very aggressively, and the angles that I create with my body are similar to some of the male racers.

Even growing up, I was always the helper-outer, the sous-chef to my parents.

There is a dessert dish in Austria called Kaiserschmarrn - it's kind of like a sweet raisin pancake with eggs and sugar. It's definitely not something I can eat often, but if I've done well at a race, sometimes that's my celebration treat!

If you work so hard to reach your goal but you lose your pole in the very last run, that's hard to take.

I'm not an idiot; I try not to look, but I see what people say about me on Facebook. I see other things written. But I don't care.