I Think People Just Love To Win.

So My Reaction To Hearing This Corny-ass, Horrible Song ["with Arms Wide Open" By Creed] Is Violent, Uncontrollable, Sustained Weeping.

I Hope You Die.... P.s. If You Do Die, I'm Going To Go To The Funeral And Finger Your Corpse.

I'll Never Admit That I'm An Actor, Because The Next Horrible Follow-up Question Is Always, "oh, What Have I Seen You In?"

Your Harshest Critic Is Always Going To Be Yourself. Don't Ignore That Critic, But Don't Give It More Attention Than It Deserves.

There Is No Word For Feeling Nostalgic About The Future, But That's What A Parent's Tears Often Are, A Nostalgia For Something That Has Not Yet Occurred. They Are The Pain Of Hope, The Helplessness Of Hope, And Finally, The Surrender To Hope.