“When you regret something, what you aren’t seeing is that someday, later, or maybe sooner, you’re going to see why you didn’t get the thing you wanted. So often, something better is just around the corner.”

Being with my family is my highest priority.

Exercise is like an old friend: You may not be able to see that friend all the time, but you’re not mad when you see them, you’re happy, and you get right back into it.

Food is not your best friend or enemy.

Depriving yourself will, ironically enough, lead to rebelling and weight gain.

You choose happiness. You don’t wait for it to choose you.

I like to look nice, but I’m not marketing being beautiful.

I balance it all by being extremely organized, and I am a very efficient delegator.

I always know that I am where I am supposed to be. I don’t feel torn and I think that is really important.

I think that yoga, it really is a process.

If you start giving your kids anxiety about food, it’s going to last a lifetime. Moms have to lead by example. Don’t say, “Oh, my jeans don’t fit,” or “Oh, I was bad.” No diets. Nothing like that.

Let’s be clear, I’m a strong woman.

The only way I’m interested in having a baby is the old-fashioned way.

Taste everything, eat nothing.

I despise shopping and department stores.

You cannot show people only the petals and not the thorns. It’s not fair to them.

I have the most beautiful daughter in the world and I’m grateful for her.

I’m Just an Old Chunk of Coal (But I’m Gonna Be a Diamond Someday).

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

I’m interested in the truth, and unauthorized biographies are not. Yes, I would like to correct those errors someday.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.

[To the suggestion that Great Britain might someday want a Republic:] We’ll go quietly.

Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity.

As human beings, don’t we need questions without answers as well as questions with answers, questions that we might someday answer and questions that we can never answer?