I always knew looking back on my tears would bring me laughter, but I never knew looking back on my laughter would make me cry.

I'm not a great one for looking back.

I don't know what else I would be if I wasn't me. I am not looking from the outside, looking back. I am who I am.

I don't like looking back. I'm always constantly looking forward. I'm not the one to sort of sit and cry over spilt milk. I'm too busy looking for the next cow.

It is not possible to go forward while looking back.

Looking back, I guess I've lived an unusual life.