I am optimistic. But I also know that, with time, I'm beginning to fight issues of aging as well as long-term paralysis.

I'm not living the life I thought I would lead, but it does have meaning, purpose. There is love... there is joy... there is laughter.

Some people are walking around with full use of their bodies and they're more paralyzed than I am.

Pain is inevitable. Misery is a choice.

Either you vegetate and look out a window, or activate and try to effect change.

In the second half of the 20th century, people are becoming more limited: Vocabularies are smaller, thoughts are smaller, aspirations are smaller, everything is very scaled down. Everyone is typecast.

All the scientists who are working on solving the problem of curing paralysis say that it won't do you any good if you don't keep your body in shape.