The tabloids, instead of being about alien babies and stuff, it's my triplets, quadruplets, marriages, feuds.

I am a creature of habit.

There are no regrets in life, just lessons.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

I feel sexy in my jeans and wearing my boyfriend's T-shirt.

My dad became a soap opera actor, and I was an extra in a skating rink scene on the soap. I didn't audition. It was nepotism all the way.

People who do comedy are always underrated because they make it look so easy.

I guess we'd be living in a boring, perfect world if everybody wished everybody else well.

Marriage brings up all the things I pushed to the back burner - the fears, the mistrust, the doubts, the insecurities. It's like opening Pandora's box.

The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.

Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kinda falls into place.

This planet is a "Hell" and there is no "Heaven" up there. So, learn to be "Happy in Hell".

I would prefer to try and fail than to not try at all.

We are so afraid of the idea of having to die… that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn…

You as a whole person are thus unable to reconcile conflicts about anger and learn to tolerate and express anger in healthy ways. Inner turmoil and dissociation are maintained.

Every hour spent on the Caine was a great hour in all our lives-if you don't think so now you will later on, more and more.

In both places [Paraguay and Newfoundland] people rise despite everything - both are pretty tough environments.

A government of laws without men is as visionary as a government of men without laws.

As my mom has said, when one person is unhappy, it usually means two people are unhappy but that one has not come to terms with it yet.

It's not arrogance, it's just destiny.

Growing up in Cleveland, I learned about singing from my mother, who had once sung professionally and who admired Mahalia Jackson and Aretha Franklin.