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

If happiness were easy, everybody would feel it all the time, and it wouldn’t seem like such an elusive prize.

I realized that there are no certainties in life. You can’t manipulate fate.

New York City is my playground.

All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things.

I’ve always been told I have a giant placenta.

I’m not overly focused on being loved by everybody.

I’m scared of the unknown future.

I didn’t binge when I was pregnant.

I don’t think it’s good to constantly talk about your own weight and the fact that you look fat in jeans.

I love pregnancy and the bump and the whole thing.

You have to work for everything. Marriage should not be any different.

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.

For me chemistry represented an indefinite cloud of future potentialities which enveloped my life to come in black volutes torn by fiery flashes, like those which had hidden Mount Sinai. Like Moses, from that cloud I expected my law.

It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else.

I hear about stars being torn to pieces by fans.

Yet Mr. Lyell will admit no greater paroxysms than we ourselves have witnessed-no periods of feverish spasmodic energy, during which the very framework of nature has been convulsed and torn asunder.

Poetry saved my torn heart.