I do wait in line, and I do take the subway, and I do my own grocery shopping, and I do take the kids to school. But it almost doesn't matter to a certain segment of the populace.

It's a tricky time because people are going after the wrong people, too. There's a misplaced rage and aggression, that as a person in a public position you almost feel like you have to be perfect now when you express yourself. It feels almost unfortunate.

I cringe inside when anybody gives me something. I don't know why. I just get embarrassed.

I find it so ironic that all you do, for the earliest part of your life, is try to be like everybody else. And then you turn 30, and you realize all you want to do is distinguish yourself in some way.

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.

I eat everything. I'm just an eater. If it's free, I honestly eat everything.

So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.