I feel like I'm being watched. Always. Like, I want to tan topless somewhere, and I know I probably could never do that. Even if I'm upstairs in my bedroom, and the curtains are pulled, I feel like a paparazzo's outside on a boat somewhere, or somebody's peeping.

Issues about violating people's privacy don't seem to be surmountable, I'm not willing to risk insulting anyone.

Don't be so familiar and so much into the details. Keep people dreaming. Close the window, and make them wonder.

The press is just not your friend when it comes to a marriage. That's why we didn't sell the pictures of our wedding, and we got offered millions of dollars for them, millions.

The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.

I hate the idea of success robbing you of your private life.