I've had a fairy tale life. I had a perfect family, a beautiful childhood, an incredible upbringing. I lived a lot of life but a lot of good life.

I started Pilates. I'm the only guy in there. They plot before I get there: 'How can we make John look ridiculous?' Because every exercise involved my legs up, like I'm in the stirrups or something.

I went to Broadway and I've been doing some fun guest spots with 'Entourage' and 'Glee' and I'm ready to have my own show.

When I was 16 or 17, I remember kissing one of my first girlfriends, Kim Anderson, under a stairwell at Disneyland. I'll never forget that feeling.

This is an old family secret, and I just found this out recently, and it almost broke my heart. My mother said to me, 'I had never told you this, but God, you were an ugly baby'.

I swim, I do Pilates, I meditate - I think it's about keeping your stress level as low as you can.

I'm finally looking older and inviting my wrinkles.

I'll be able to pull off playing an unlikable character because inherently, I think I'm likable.

These younger kids - I think growing up with social media, they're just savvy.

I like to sing with people, whether they're good or not.

I like when guests come over early and we chop veggies and talk and play music.

Don't you kids get any ideas about dragging a trailer into the backyard. after you graduate from high school, i don't want to see you again.

Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

We must think and act like a nation of a billion people and not like that of a million people. Dream, dream, dream!

There's nothing so dangerous for anyone who has something to hide as conversation.

I listen to myself. I listen to my body, my mind, I follow my heart.

I'm certainly not a f**king fashion consultant. Don't call me if you want to know how to dress. I just rap. That's all I really know how to do.

But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.

It is easier to discover a deficiency in individuals, in states, and in Providence, than to see their real import and value.

A burnt dog dreads the fire.