I'd Prefer 1,000 Followers, Friends, And Fans

In 1971, Bossier City, Louisiana, There Was A Teenage Girl Who Was Pregnant With Her Second Child. She Was A High School Dropout And A Single Mom, But Somehow She Managed To Make A Better Life For Herself And Her Children. She Encouraged Her Kids To Be Creative, To Work Hard And To Do Something Special. That Girl Is My Mother And She's Here Tonight. And I Just Want To Say, I Love You, Mom. Thank You For Teaching Me To Dream.

Follow Your Dreams, Quit Your Job

The Idea That I Would Ever End Up On David Letterman Or Jay Leno Is Horrifying. I Am Such A Freak In Comparison To Most Other Twenty-five-year-old Guys. I Have No Idea What Other People Are Thinking. I’m Not Really In Touch.

I Don’t Like Doing Interviews. I’m Not Pretending To Be Some Super Neurotic, Hiding In My Closet. I Could Care Less About Anybody Knowing Who I Am, But I Realize This Is Part Of The Game. Maybe If I Really Hated This Whole Public Thing, I Would Go Do Plays In Hoboken.

I Never Think People Are Cheeering For Us. In Fact, I Don’t Really Hear Them At All.