I hate shopping at stores, online, anywhere.

In 1971, Bossier City, Louisiana, there was a teenage girl who was pregnant with her second child. She was a high school dropout and a single mom, but somehow she managed to make a better life for herself and her children. She encouraged her kids to be creative, to work hard and to do something special. That girl is my mother and she's here tonight. And I just want to say, I love you, Mom. Thank you for teaching me to dream.

If you're walking the path of the dreamer, everything is possible.

I'm pretty healthy so I think that helps a lot. I've been that way for a long time - 20 solid years of eating vegetarian/vegan and taking care of myself. That probably helps the preservation process.

Art is really predicated upon the experiences that you've had in your life. You only have to share what you've consumed.

I was and I still am a dreamer, that made me the person I am today

I don't care if someone remembered me. Life is for living and memories for those who we leave behind.