One day, the people that didn't believe in you will tell everyone how they met you.

They’re all about where people come from. The only thing important is where somebody’s going.

I'm shy, paranoid, whatever word you want to use. I hate fame. I've done everything I can to avoid it.

My kids, they're my energy, my soul, and my nicest friend.

They tell you to be careful because maybe you don't want to meet your heroes. I've met pretty much every one, and I've never been let down.

It's all kinds of these profound things crashing on you when your child arrives into the world. It's like you've met your reason to live.

It's an odd thing when there is a fan page for my daughter who is not yet 13.