I learned discipline from my father. Not in terms of corporal punishment, but being determined in whatever you do, and sticking with it.

I feared disappointing my father more than anything in the world.

My father was swallowed alive by his own anus. It was a terrible way to go.

I've always relied on discipline to achieve goals great and small. At a young age, my father instilled a real work ethic in me - and a fear of men. I always felt like if I didn't have a natural knack for something, I could kind of out-discipline the competition as it were. So I would always work as hard as I possibly could, sometimes to my own detriment and my personal life. For me, I think will power and discipline are very synonymous.