Talent deserves to be honored. Hands deserve to be slapped if you do something stupid as well, but don't take it too far.

When you dance, things just go away, things don't seem so bad.

You can imagine me as a kid growing up in redneck Texas with ballet shoes, tucking the violin under my arm. I had to fight my way up.

When you are a pit bull, and you love what you do and you are going to continue to grow, that talent will find its way out.

I want you to be nice...until it's time to not be nice.

I don't want to be Mr. Romantic Leading Man. I don't want to be the Dance Dude. I don't want to be the Action Guy. If I had to do any one of those all my life, it'd drive me crazy.

I keep dreaming of a future, a future with a long and healthy life, not lived in the shadow of cancer but in the light.