I didn't expect to enter into tabloid trivia or anything like that. So I suspect my perspective and a lot of my ideas changed fairly drastically. It was also rather confusing.

Because of the media, the way the world is perceived is as a place where resources and time are running out. We're taught that you have to grab what you can before it's gone. It's almost as if there isn't time for compassion.

I'm perfectly happy to admit that insecurity. It doesn't bother me. It's there, just the same as the color of my eyes is there. I'm never going to get rid of it. I'm not going to wake up one morning and really like the way I look, but as long as other people like the way I look, that's fine.

My dad worked in a very typical first-generation immigrant fashion - 24 hours a day for years.

I also think I could probably repeat the commercial success; whether I want to or not is a different matter. I think there is still better work inside me.

I seem to think that anything worth having in life has to be painful to attain.

Say what you want about America - thirteen bucks can still get you a hell of a lot of mice!