I have to tell you I never in my life anticipated getting this old, this fast. It seems as if I were 25 just a few days ago.

After all the black man has been through in this world, he can still often reach levels of spirituality the most pampered white man cannot touch. Maybe what he's been through is the reason why.

I feel as if I'm in on a pass and am damn lucky to have whatever I have. It could all be taken away in a second.

I am scared of running out of money.

People getting rich in a free society in general - with some scammy exceptions, which are rare - makes everyone else richer, too.

The banks are not lending, at least from what I see. They were so wild and reckless back in the good times that they got burned terribly.

My 'thing' is that I just lie in my immense bed and look out the window at the skyline over Virginia and the sky and the airplanes coming into Reagan. I really love doing that.