When we're binging, we do not think about death. We just think about how good it tastes.

If you want to get the body you've always dreamed of, you have to earn it.

When the king gets depressed, he doesn't call for his wife. He doesn't call for the cook. He calls for the court jester.

I get an abundance of e-mail every day, some say 'dear Richard, can you call my husband, he weighs 400 pounds...' or 'my 14-year-old is 200 pounds...' or 'I just got divorced, no one wants me, I am 500 pounds.' So I pick up the phone and I call people.

I've always practiced this: Love yourself. Move your body. Watch your portions.

Sometimes it's just 'Oh my God, I love the taste of fried oysters on French bread with mayonnaise and an order of French fries.' I'm not going to lie to you - I deal with that temptation every single day, many times.

If anyone's depressed for any reason, whether a relationship has fallen apart or they're having money problems, wearing feathered wings and a tutu takes you into a whole other world. A whole new woooooorld, a world of bright and shining stars!