I was going to go to Macchu Picchu and then I just ended up working the whole year.

I think of myself as a highly sexual creature.

You are only as great as the opportunities that are given to you.

I have OCD, which is not fun. I have to be incredibly tidy and organized or it messes with my mind and switches off on me.

Yet there’s a hunger in me still. I’m like only beginning. I feel like I still have so much to learn.