“If it’s putting on a great dance record and rocking out in your apartment, do it. If kissing someone for 10 minutes makes you feel confident, do it.”

It’s about alleviating stress and controlling breathing. It’s about being balanced.

If we want to discover the full potential in our humanity, we need to celebrate those heartbreaking strengths and those glorious disabilities that we all have.

It’s an objective fact that I am a double amputee, but it’s very subjective opinion as to whether that makes me disabled.

Adversity isn’t an obstacle that we need to get around in order to resume living our life. It’s part of our life.

When I watch Mad Men and I see the patronising attitudes to women that are so shocking for all of us to watch now,

It’s society that disables an individual by not investing in enough creativity to allow for someone to show us the quality that makes them rare and valuable and capable.

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.

We went from apartment to apartment by ourselves. One of the best memories I had was when we moved into our first apartment, no bed, no furniture and we just sat in the living room and just hugged each other. We thought we made it.

His writing is that of someone whose whole life was spent in apartments, with lifts, stairwells, muffled voices behind closed doors, and sounds through walls.

When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent’s apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.

With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.

I first heard Laura Branigan sing live in my brother Nesuhi’s apartment, where we had gone because he had a very good piano. I immediately realized that she had a great pop voice, in the classical sense.

I’m a teenager, but I’m independent – I have my own apartment, I have my own life.

I love Obama. He’s my favorite president of all time. I have a giant picture in my apartment in New York that is of his Chicago Tribune cover, Mr. President.

What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.