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.

If critics have problems with my personal life, it's their problem. Anybody with half a brain would realize that it's the charts that count.

Something in your eyes captured my soul, and every night I see you in my dreams. You're all I know. I can't let go.

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.

I used to be able to slim down just by exercising more, but that's changed.

I'm not vain, I'm insecure.

Everyday is a holiday with me.