I really believe, when you come out of hiding, in whatever way you're hiding, you get to go out into the sunlight.

When I end up yelling, it's not really deliberate. It's usually out of some moment of passion or frustration or real desire to get unstuck.

At times, you need to be forceful to get things that are stuck unstuck.

At this point in my life, I'm not going to spend a lot of time focusing on dissatisfaction with who I am, and I'm not going to spend a lot of time tempering my personality. Whatever job I have next, I'm going to be somebody who wants to get things done.

I'm tough, and you know what? New Yorkers deserve that. They work head, they fight it out, they slug it out. And they deserve a mayor or a speaker who's going to do the same.

My mother would organize huge parties for my elementary school classmates. To prepare, she would go back to the bakery in her old neighborhood of Inwood and get special shamrock cookies. Hawaiian Punch was served and we had shamrock napkins. It was a lot of fun.