Fame and success have brought me everything, except a loving, on-going relationship. I seem to eat people up and destroy them no matter how hard I try to make things work. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming with fear because I'm so alone. That's why I go out looking for someone who will love me, even if it's just for a one-night stand.

People strive for success, but it's very lonely at the top. Now I realise the ultimate prize is a family.

There were times when I had great times with my brothers, pillow fights and things, but I used to always cry from loneliness.

Humor has bailed me out of more tight situations than I can think of. If you go with your instincts and keep your humor, creativity follows. With luck, success comes, too.

My success is due more to my ability to work continuously on one thing without stopping than to any other single quality.

Success is the product of the severest kind of mental and physical application.