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.

The first requisite of success is the ability to apply your physical and mental energies to one problem without growing weary.

I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like the state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.

Overnight success stories take a long time.