I get out of the pool after a workout and look on my BlackBerry to see if the nanny called and to make sure everything's okay. My child is always on my mind.
There is no scientific explanation for the fact that while my body lay in coma, my mind - my conscious, inner self - was alive and well.
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.
Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
To me, wrestling is therapy. No matter how bad my personal situation is, when I step into the ring, all my troubles disappear. My baggage stays in the back where it belongs.
Fear is not my portion, limitation is not my portion for that reason I will dream massive dreams and I will continue to dream until the end of my road.
Shape and color are my two strong things. And by doing this, drawing plants has always led me into my paintings and my sculptures.
When I started writing my stories, I thought that not only nobody outside my language, but nobody outside my neighbourhood would get them.
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!
The party now is having my kids laugh and my wife laugh and my teammates. I want them to see me have fun and put it in a different way.
I think about my own sons and my own daughters, and I'm sure that many parents are concerned about what their children are exposed to.
My husband calls it winging it - the way I just took what the studios gave me, didn't do my homework and avoided roles that would risk my image.
I used to - my earliest memory of waking up with a melody in my head was, you know, 8, 9, 10. I've always heard kind of melodies in my head.
I started growing my hair in December '89. I was seventeen. I signed my record deal and said I ain't combing my hair no more. I don't have too.
With red clay between my toes, and the sun setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze.
Oh! my pain! Now I have embraced you, Conquered you! You have become my antidote, You can no longer break my spirit.
I always sleep on my own. I can't sleep with somebody else. Always separate bedrooms, bathrooms and closets. I'm very individual and I want my own space.
When I got my tour card I cried. When I got my first win - and my first pay check - I cried. All these things make me cry.
If I had a choice of educating my daughters or my sons because of opportunity constraints, I would choose to educate my daughters.
I always keep a firewall between my own travails and my perception of public-policy issues; otherwise I would retain no credibility as a commentator.
I have had many Ashfield people say to me that they might not agree with my political views or my decisions but that they supported my right to be heard.
