It was a home of happiness and dreams, but now it's her sanctuary. Nine-eleven thoughts are just pervasive. They're always there.

Being rich and famous isn't all happiness and at times the pressures have got to me.

Happiness doesn't lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy. Happiness is home. And home is not a house-home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.

It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.

Never let your dreams go away.

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition.