Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .

You know that old phrase ‘Those who don’t remember the past are condemned to repeat it’? Well, I think those who remember the past are even worse off.

I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.

In truth, the degree of anyone's success depends on how often they can say the word yes and hear the word no.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.

Pretty much always. We need to tell the story of our life to someone.