I would love to study cultures and people.

I'm usually in jammies and slippers by 8 P.M.

I turn into a crying, hysterical maniac when I see a spider. It's pathetic.

I hate going into a room with people in it and the feeling of them staring. I find every moment excruciating.

I've been angst-ridden all my life, but finally I'm in a place where things don't matter so much.

It does not matter whatsoever, what the people around you think you can or cannot do. What really matters is what you think about your capabilities.

I have deep feelings of depression... What can I do about this?''Snap out of it! Five cents, please.

Like father like son.

I hate the road so much. I almost go into a cocoon with my own people out there.

I don't know Putin. He said nice things about me. If we got along well, that would be good. If Russia and the United States got along well and went after ISIS, that would be good.

Not being able to rebound better was a thorn in our foot.

Dear God, I give this time of quiet to You. Please dissolve my thoughts of stress and fear And deliver me to the inner place Where all is peace and love. Amen.

I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.

I've only been in one fight in my whole life... in 7th grade, yet everyone thinks I'm a maniac.

I think there will be 20 years of evolution from linear broadcast to internet television.