Some of my lowest points were the most exciting opportunities to push through to be a better person.

Like many people, I think I'm my own worst critic. And I think I take a lot out in an internally abusive way, looking at how I measure up, which usually was never enough. I never, never was as good as someone else.

There's something about smoking a cigar that feels like a celebration. It's like a fine wine. There's a quality, a workmanship, a passion that goes into the smoking of a fine cigar.

I'm intensely private, and I've openly shown annoyance at the paparazzi.

The truth is you can have a great marriage, but there are still no guarantees.

Unwillingness to risk failure is always there, but it gets harder when you feel you have more to lose.

While I don't think that Twitter is really an appropriate place for someone who seriously needs help, it shows the impact that we can have when we collectively come together to support someone.