I've been around the bend in corporations.

I’m very honest – brutally honest. I always look at things from their point of view as well as mine. And I know when to walk away.

I wouldn’t ask anyone to do anything I wouldn’t do myself.

I am a mother first, then a CEO, and then a wife.

Food service is a growth area for PepsiCo.

I read every country's perspective on an issue. I also play many games like Bridge, Scrabble and Sudoku online.

I play the guitar when I want to relax. But to play the guitar, you cut the nails. So one day, I'll cut the nails off.

After PepsiCo, I do want to go to Washington. I want to give back.

Not only do we have to change the food we eat... we have to educate people about what they can eat appropriately.

When I came to America in 1978, I was a huge sports fan - the problem was, my sport was cricket. Shockingly enough, no one wanted to talk cricket with me!

Is Naked Juice a beverage, or is it a snack? I think we can liquefy snacks or snackify liquids.

But the good news was that my elder sister refused to get married straight away and I couldn't get married until she did so I had the licence to go off and dream.

Each and every one of us has unknowingly played a part in the obesity problem.

At the end of the day, don't forget that you're a person, don't forget you're a mother, don't forget you're a wife, don't forget you're a daughter.

They were things for which it was impossible to prepare but which one spent a lifetime looking back at, trying to accept, interpret, comprehend. Things that should never have happened, that seemed out of place and wrong, these were what prevailed, what endured, in the end.

The thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.

That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.

It didn't matter that I wore clothes from Sears; I was still different. I looked different. My name was different. I wanted to pull away from the things that marked my parents as being different.

And yet she could not forgive herself. Even as an adult, she wished only that she could go back and change things: the ungainly things she’d worn, the insecurity she’d felt, all the innocent mistakes she made.