Being a great father is like shaving. No matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow.
Having children is like living in a frat house. Nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.
I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then I want to move in with them.
I studied dancing from the time I was a kid, but I was pushed into it by my mother. My brothers and I had to fight our way to and from dancing school.
I’m 35 years old, I am a father of two, I’m a husband, so it’s just like I have so many lives other than my own that I have to take account for in my choices, my actions, and all of that.
I think many of us were parented the way that I was—with a lot of love and a handful of confusion.
I’ve been luckier than anybody I know. Luckier than all of the children in my family, all of whom were more interesting or more talented or smarter than me. So when things have happened that have been sad and difficult, I don’t feel the need to complain about them.
I started taking my little hiatuses from the internet where I just disengage, because you can’t read everything, you can’t respond to everything. And guess what? There are people in your home who actually love you. And sometimes you just have to say, “Do you know what? Goodbye, I’m going to give back the love […]
My family is very important to me, and I know they look up to me. So, if I’m successful in anything, success breeds success.
I think you should sort of spend 80 percent of the time living your life and creating a beautiful life for yourself and others around you, helping people. Then, maybe 20 percent of your life worrying about what you look like. And if you get to a certain weight, you can forget it!