“I can’t remember. . . . My character was sort of unconscious for it.”

It’s weird, but I don’t feel like think I deserve any of the attention. There’s really nothing but one audition for a Disney Channel movie that separates me from 2,000 other brown-haired, blue-eyed guys in L.A., you know?

A woman called me interesting once, and it kind of blew my mind. She said, ‘You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met,’ and I was like, ‘Wow.’

We used to fight all the time but now that I don’t see him very often I cherish the time I have with him.

High School Musical has been a blessing and a gift.

I can draw really well. And I like to paint. I’m a bit of an artist.

A girl can tell I like her when I blush or start telling bad jokes.

I don’t like to spend a lot of money on designer clothes, but I do like to look good.

I grew up being into sports and I wasn’t trained to move my body in the right way for dancing.

Every actor has three versions of each scene – the one that you rehearse the night before, in your bedroom.

The most important thing for me is honesty. Just be honest and up front. I think that’s the hardest.

I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight, but of course I believe in two people having chemistry right away.

Being known for musicals is a great thing.

For me as an actor, there’s only so many things I can do, and this is a way, through a film, to teach and hopefully get the message out to young kids.

I watched those movies over and over when I was younger and the music is ingrained into my head. Nowadays, I’m still humming the tunes. It taught me the fundamentals.

I was influenced when I was younger by the cartoon movies that Disney put out, like Cinderella and what not.

So singing on stage, you just inevitably, when you’re around other vocal artists, you get better at singing.

I’m still here. My son is around me all the time. At the end of the day he still loves me and I love him, so it is what it is.

My salvation does not hinge on my emotions.

I love my son more than any of you can imagine.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

A mightier love for the Son of God.

My son’s homework, or what I get from his teachers, the same way.

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

You are an instrument of God. Don’t leave the instrument sitting in its case, my son. Play! Leave no part of your instrument unexplored. .