I don't think of myself as a poor deprived ghetto girl who made good. I think of myself as somebody who from an early age knew I was responsible for myself, and I had to make good.

Just a few months ago, in that beautiful Pennsylvania field, an assassin's bullet ripped through my ear. But I felt then, and believe even more so now, that my life was saved for a reason.

If you don't know what your passion is, realize that one reason for your existence on earth is to find it.

The reason I've been able to be so financially successful is my focus has never, ever for one minute been money.

Everything in life got its purpose, find its reason in every season.

When my heart can beat no more, I hope I die for a principle or a belief that I have lived for.