I don't have much patience with sick people.

I'm dating somebody. I am enjoying it very much, and having a really nice time at the moment. I'm very happy.

Unfortunately in life, justice is not always achieved.

Being bald is no fun.

My answer to a lot of things is to go to work. That's not everybody's answer.

I tend to focus on what I'm doing at the moment, and that takes up the entire span of my focus.

I remember just how afraid I was. I was just as much afraid of the treatment as the diagnosis. So I thought I could talk about it in an authentic way.