Being content with what you have already is an art form that leads to a peace that can’t be replaced by anything else.

My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.

I've been screwed and sued and tattooed, and I'm still standin' here in front of you.

Every few years, I think, 'Maybe now I'm finally smart enough or sophisticated enough to understand 'Ulysses.'' So I pick it up and try it again. And by page 10, as always, I'm like, 'What the hell?'

You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.

Man is a demon, man is a god. Both true.

With each reunion (we) had to learn each other all over again. There was always that nervous moment at the airport when I would stand there waiting for him to arrive, wondering, Will I still know him? Will he still know me?