“Life is about making your own happiness – and living by your own rules.”

For me, I never ever felt the ownership or any identity with any community of disabilities. I didn’t grow up being told that I was a disabled child.

Everyone is really afraid of getting out there and not being good. That’s the challenge:

Pamela Anderson has more prosthetic in her body than I do. Nobody calls her disabled.

The best beauty secret, besides sleep and plenty of water, is do whatever it is – before you go out, before you need to feel beautiful – do whatever makes you feel confident.

I said, ‘Well hopefully you could just call me Aimee. But if you have to describe it, I’m a bilateral below-the-knee amputee.’

I feel that I’ve lived and see the same evolution in this regard around disability.

Adversity is just change that we haven’t adapted ourselves to yet.

People presume my disability has to do with being an amputee, but that’s not the case.

Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can have. It’s much sexier than any body part.

If left to their own devices a child will achieve.

Half of Hollywood has more prosthetic in their body than I do, but we don’t think of them as disabled.

A lot of my life is about will – having the will to prove what my body can do.

I admire the ones who keep coming back and doing it, time after time.

It’s hard enough for women to walk on high heels. And I’m on stilts!

I don’t know what it’s like to be an arm amputee, or have even one flesh-and-bone leg, or to have cerebral palsy.

The idea of prosthetics is a tool. Most people’s cell phones are prosthetics. If you leave your cell phone at home.

When we want to have our own style of living, it is nobody’s business but ours. What we do in private is our private business.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it.

Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the 20th century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.

For us in Russia communism is a dead dog. For many people in the West, it is still a living lion.

Literature transmits incontrovertible condensed experience… from generation to generation. In this way literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.