If foundations made of stone can turn to dust, then the hardest hearts of steel can turn to rust.

It's very hard to concentrate when your stomach's rumbling.

Ultimately, I am responsible for how I live my life now, and what I make out of it. In fact, I am actually grateful for what I've gone through and wouldn't change a thing-although I admit I wouldn't want to live it over again either. Once was enough.

All I ever intended was to make a living at what I do. Everything I've achieved since then is above and beyond.

I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I've never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.

I feel like in a way I'm starting over, with everything.

You got a way with words, you keep me smiling, even when it hurts.