Fame Is A Bleet, Man.

By Nature, I Keep Moving, Man. My Theory Is, Be The Shark. You've Just Got To Keep Moving. You Can't Stop.

Stop Being Perfect, Because Obsessing Over Being Perfect Stops You From Growing.

There's A Constant Chatter In Our House, Whether It's Giggling Or Screaming Or Crying Or Banging. I Love It. I Love It. I Love It. I Hate It When They're Gone. I Hate It. Maybe It's Nice To Be In A Hotel Room For A Day - 'oh, Nice, I Can Finally Read A Paper.' But Then, By The Next Day, I Miss That Cacophony, All That Life.

Same-sex Marriage Polls Is Our Last Chance To Make A Difference. If You're Like Me, You Don't Want To Have To Ask Yourself On The Day After The Election, What Else Could I Have Done?

Heartthrobs Are A Dime A Dozen.