I live always in my dream, so reality is my dream and dream is my reality.
My problem lies in reconciling my gross habits with my net income.
My works are an imitation of my own past and present.
During the lockout year, my focus was the basics, sharpening my moves, my fundamentals.
In my book, I was trying to get into my own soul.
My children have no prejudices at all. My own brother-in-law is Jewish!
my brain is my boss, and I'm my brain's worst employee
When I do my collection, it is in a way my own story.
Sleep my friend, and you will see that dream is my reality.
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Saviour all the day long.
Liberals are my friends, my colleagues, my social world.
I don't spend a lot of my time in the locker room. That's my least favourite place in the world.
I'm keeping my power to myself and my glow. I'm not giving anybody my glow anymore.
My children and my husband make me smile. My work makes me smile.
My wife determined that my genius should prevail, and that my final success as an ornithologist should be triumphant.
My daughter gets to paint my nails and put clips in my hair, and I love it.
I love my friends. I love my love-life. I love my hobbies. I love eating.
I used all that doubt as fuel for my own music, fuel for my drive to succeed.
Arranging is the way I put my stamp on my music as much as my guitar playing.
Peanut Butter Wolf is my relaxing music, my lunch music, my chilling music.
I don't like to watch my own movies - I fall asleep in my own movies.
