When friends asked me, Can we help? I'd say, Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest or teleport me off this rock. I used that line from Star Wars.

Here's the good news. If I realize that I'm insane, then I'm okay with it. I'm not dangerous insane.

I'm bi-winning. I win here, I win there.

We're Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be?

Resentments are the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of my saber.

I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.

I've got volumes on how not to behave. I've got more information now than a guy should have at my age.