I work myself into the ground. But I think I'm a nice friend and a good person, and I try to do my work as best I can.

Nothing that's ever happened has taken away the optimist in me. It's always, "Whatever-let's go to Disneyland." Yes, I have my bleak, tortured-artist moments, but you have to hold on to what's positive.

After every storm, if you look hard enough, a rainbow appears.

Heartbroken and in tears over the shocking death of my friend, the incomparable Ms. Whitney Houston. My heartfelt condolences to Whitney's family and to all her millions of fans throughout the world. She will never be forgotten as one of the greatest voices to ever grace the earth.

Apparently I don't do stairs, I won't walk on carpet and I refuse to walk on grass. How do I do to get around, hover?

It's hard to be someone that people talk about and write about, you know? They don't know me.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel... hopefully its not a freight train!