I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

I was very aware of office politics because I was so baffled by them. So much so goes unsaid. No one says 'you're a cheeky so-and-so ' no one says 'you're so moody ' nobody ever confronts anyone else about anything. But I'm very crass and I'm very confrontational and I have a temper. I had to be hyper-vigilant in every office I worked in.

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things to me are expressions of love.

My music is fun kind of cheeky.

I wake up every morning in a cold sweat regardless of how well things went the day before. And put that I said that in a somewhat but not completely tongue-in-cheek way.

My mom was so people-friendly. She was incredible. She'd go to the mall and she'd talk to everyone. Give people a kiss on the cheek. I think if I wasn't pushed around a lot I'd be great with people. Maybe I still can be.

Cynicism and naivety lie cheek by jowl in the American imagination if the United States is one of the most venal nations on Earth it is also one of the most earnestly idealistic.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

Good copy can't be written with tongue in cheek written just for a living. You've got to believe in the product.

Worry - a God invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse it takes away the appetite and turns the hair gray.