Being a kid, by the time I was three years old, my mom was married, divorced and had three kids; she was 19 - so, my brother's just older than my mom.

Work ethic = dreams! That to me is that no one gets a free ride. You have to work for it and it doesn't get handed to you.

I don't really remember much before was eight, but I do remember that my dad brought me to drop me off at my grandmother's house, and he was a very emotional guy, but that was the first time I really saw him cry, cos I knew it killed him to have to give me up, but he knew I needed some family structure. That was the last time I'd see him or talk to him when he was sober for the next 10 years.

When you're serious addict, you tend to lie a lot.

I don't quit. If someone quits on me, that's on them, but I'm not going to quit, especially if I say I'm gonna do something.

Once I got done with my career, I knew in my soul that I don't have any negative thoughts about myself. I just don't because I know you say you can and you say can't, you are right. I try to keep my mind full of really positive stuff.

In yoga you reach your arms to the heavens and the universe smiles back at you.