A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.

I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.

I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.

By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.

I like parties, but I'm shy, and I often find myself standing around, feeling awkward.

I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.

I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.

I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.

My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.

New York is tough on lonely people.

Thank God for little miracles, right?

The fact is, my parents loved me, and I wanted to be worthy of their love. I wanted to make them proud.

The people on Baywatch were about as nice a group of people as I had ever worked with.

We live in a kissy society.

We're all pretty ordinary on paper.

What was it about Carolyn that made her so cautious about revealing herself?