The scalpel won't make you happy.

Not caring more about what other people think than what you think. That's freedom.

Work has enhanced and certainly supported my feelings toward myself, because it's been a reflection of goals I've set. But if you're not happy with yourself on the inside, then what does it matter?

Success has to be an inside job. Happiness does not come from external material things. Even people don't make us ultimately happy. It's how we choose to deal with those things that happen in our lives that matters.

I think of myself as still being about five.

People - whatever their race, religion, sexual preference - deserve to be treated as human beings.

With Twitter people oddly feel accountable for what they write. When someone is unkind, the community rallies like you wouldn't believe to shut it down.