I'm a workaholic. I could easily work 300-plus days of the year.

I'm a workaholic, so I ignore the signs of fatigue and just keep going and going, and then conk out when I get home. It can be pretty stressful.

Each person's drive to overwork is unique, and doing too much numbs every workaholic's emotions differently. Sometimes overwork numbs depression, sometimes anger, sometimes envy, sometimes sexuality. Or the overworker runs herself ragged in a race for attention.

I don't think I am a workaholic. I prefer to keep busy. It is better than the alternative.

I'm a bit of a workaholic.

I tend to be a bit of a workaholic, but I also can't function without some sort of domesticity as well.

I have always been a workaholic.

People are saying that I'm an alcoholic, and that's not true, because I only drink when I work, and I'm a workaholic.

I'm a workaholic. I work and work and work.

There's generally a couple of months' gap between shows. And I am rather glad it's been that way because I am a workaholic.

No days off. I'm a workaholic.

In the past, I had workaholic issues.

I'm just basically a workaholic.

My dad was a workaholic. I saw him work seven days a week.

If I'm enjoying something, I'd like to be able to just have it all. Frankly, that's the way I'm approaching my career now. I'm a total workaholic.

One doesn't simply write about Lyndon Johnson. You get the Johnson treatment from beyond the grave - arm around you, nose to nose. I should admit that he also reminds me of my father, quite an overbearing and narcissistic character. And in some ways, he reminds me of myself. Another workaholic.

I've been told I'm a workaholic.

You know, I'm kind of a wild crazy workaholic guy.

I'm a real workaholic.

I am a workaholic. I like to work, work, work.