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That's one thing you hear in my voice today. I could yodel from one octave to another octave. It always fascinated me.
Swinging a gold club is sort of a throwing action, and even as a kid, I could throw things far and fast.
I wrote a lot when I was younger, though never anything like plays or scripts.
Even though I have Twitter, I only use it to say, 'Oh, this is coming out.' I would never voice anything about me, really.
If I thought about it, I could be bitter, but I don't feel like being bitter. Being bitter makes you immobile, and there's too much that I still want to do.
I have gotten more than I asked for. All that I ever wanted was to hear my voice on record and have a song among the Top 20.
To be able to travel the world, especially to places I never thought I'd be... it's really, you know, still fascinating for me.
If you go through your life being completely truthful, everybody will hate you, and something I deeply fear is being hated.
On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment.
