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I can't sleep in the evenings. Most of the pictures people see of me are me going to work events: a Fendi dinner one night, a Prada dinner the next, and working all day.
God will use whatever he wants to display his glory. Heavens and stars. History and nations. People and problems.
When I go outside of L.A., no matter where it is, really anywhere I go, people will be stopping me or taking pictures or whatever it is. And it's great. It's amazing. I'm just lucky.
I'm just going to go out there, and if people want to put me on the front of their magazine or whatever, that's fine. If they don't, that's fine as well. I'm just going to go out there and make my music.
No, I was never one of those positive people who believes he can have whatever he sets his sights on. I just kept working at it.
It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.
There are people out there who hate me and who say I'm arrogant, vain, and whatever. That's all part of my success. I am made to be the best.
My mom will make me walk the dogs or take out the trash when I go home.
I've always had to prove myself to people growing up. I had to show them that I could do this and I could do that and paying no mind to what the critics said.
