I'm holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something - that may not be very clear to me right now - but that I will do.

Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there's the paparazzi giving you stress.

Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.

I'll do anything to stop my son running out into the street. I'll take a bullet for him. He's hit me a few times. He shows no remorse afterward.

I became famous almost before I had a craft.

I deeply believe in one's own positive will to overcome even the most daunting challenges.

When you do bad things, bad things happen to you.