I want to be a cheerleader for women who have never even considered running for office or being involved in a campaign, but who in the quietness of their hearts might think, 'Why not me?'

I never thought being famous would be wonderful, but my limited exposure to celebrity has shown me the dark side big-time.

I want to wear skinny jeans when I'm in my 70s. Why not? Who cares?

I think of prayer as a spiritual lifeline back to where I most want to be.

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace

I read an article somewhere that stated 1 in 4 American women will be considered clinically depressed in their lifetime. This should be more than a gold mine for pharmaceutical companies - it should be a wake-up call.