Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes.

I still have night terrors about things happening to my son. The worst things cross your mind when you care so much. I keep them at bay as best I can, and it's a struggle for me not to just do everything for him.

I'm not gonna do the same, tired, standard 'I was born in a log cabin' kind of book. There's so much more I want to do.

I don't mean to be overly sensitive or anything like that, but you just have to take a minute in every day, and just reflect on where you are, and just realise what you've got, because you just never know where the next huge change in your life is going to come from.

I am tired of the superficial smiles that adorn the many ghouls among us. I am tired of the righteous indignation that hides beneath those visages that feign our best interest and deign to think we cannot and will not stand for ourselves.

Nobody can dare me to do anything that I don't come up with on my own.