I think dreams can come true, but not necessarily like fairy-tales. It's not always so perfect like that.

I love having a big family. I think it's easier, oddly, in some ways, having three children as opposed to one.

I think that's when I get the most insecure ... it's very hard for me to read it off the page. I need to memorize it, in order to go on.

The love I have for my ex-girlfriends will always be there, so I think that's true love.

I think of myself as somebody who, in a moment-to-moment way, I'm quite happy. But I think I am a bit doubtful and wary of true happiness, and, like a lot of my friends, there's been a good degree of self-sabotage.

Nothing else matters so much as long as you can come home and be with your family.