“Celebration is life’s frosting: isn’t frosting the very best part of the cake?”

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 enjoy business. I enjoy inspiring women.

I don’t believe in diets.

I like showing moms what it’s really like having a baby, and how it’s not Hollywood life.

Your diet is a bank account. Good food choices are good investments.

I have to be in a relationship where I can say what I feel even if it’s wrong – so we can work through it.

I think that if you don’t enjoy doing something you are not going to be good at it.

It doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks of your life. All that matters is what you think of it, and what you decide to make of it.

My business doesn’t keep me warm at night.

I enjoy writing. I enjoy communicating and connecting.

I admire people like Warren Buffett that are donating so much money to charity.

I grew up in a very toxic home.

I’m stronger than anything in my way. Holla!

I can’t just only be on reality TV and show everything when it’s the fairy princess, fairytale, and then not take my hits when I have to.

Life is hopefully long, so I don’t know what the future will bring.

Good health, peace of mind, being outdoors, camaraderie – those are all wonderful things that come to you when running. But for me, the real pull of running – the proverbial icing on the cake – has always been racing.

Despite my inability to qualify to qualify in South Africa, I did really appreciate the support I got from the IOC particularly the Olympic Solidarity, members of the ICF, my own National Olympic Committee, friends and athletes from the Slalom Community.

He who has two cakes of bread, let him dispose of one of them for some flowers of the narcissus; for bread is the food of the body, and the narcissus is the food of the soul.

Rich people believe “You can have your cake and eat it too.” Middle-class people believe “Cake is too rich, so I’ll only have a little piece.” Poor people don’t believe they deserve cake, so they order a doughnut, focus on the hole, and wonder why they have “nothing.”

My policy on cake is pro having it and pro eating it.

I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.

I love cakes. Chocolate and coconut cakes. I love that combination!