I have a passion for my work, and that sometimes triggers creative conflicts.

I would say what scares me is that I'm going to ultimately find out at the end of my life that I'm really not lovable, that I'm not worthy of being loved. That there's something fundamentally wrong with me.

In the end the only thing that you can have on your side is time. The only way to gain time is by living it. And if I live expending my energy worrying about other people's perceptions, then I'm missing my moment.

I'm an incurable optimist and a go-getter - it's in my nature to focus much more on what makes me happy than what makes me nervous.

When one person is enslaved, we’re all enslaved.

There's nothing wrong with having a desire to want nice things.

The thing is most people are afraid to step out, to take a chance beyond their established identity.