My Dad hated his job. He sold overcoats but he wanted to make movies. He had a failed career working with the Ritz Brothers - they were like the Marx Brothers only a tier below. I always had a picture in my mind of him in a straw hat.

I've got a really great family round me two sisters and an older brother and my mum and dad. Everybody's equal.

I wanted to perform well for my mom and dad because in high school I didn't have a job. My brothers they worked at Pizza Hut or places like that but sports that was my way of giving back.

I have great faith that Heaven's there and I'll see my brothers and my mom and dad when I get there.

My grandfather had two boys my uncle had three boys my dad had me and my two brothers each of my brothers have had two boys. Then something happened with the chromosomal experiment and suddenly I've got three girls.

I didn't have any role models really. My best friend was a dog. My mum and dad saved a dog from the gutter and that dog was my brother before Jesse was born. Sami was his name and he was my role model.

Mental illness can happen to anybody. You can be a dustman a politician a Tesco worker... anyone. It could be your dad your brother or your aunt.

I was into all kinds of music as a teen - country music because my dad was in a band that played country and whatever my sister and brother were into.

I had lost relationships with my dad my brother and sister and I was just like you know what this is definitely the time to just get it together and so that's what I did.

My guess is my brother would call his mom and his dad pretty regularly a lot more than I probably did.