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.

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

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.

People are the story they tell themselves.

Anything's possible. I am the proof.

More than anything, for me, is how people really still do care about you.

Nobody believes in me more than me.