I worked in a plant when I was 14 for two years. I always wanted to do the summer jobs. Honest to God, I always had to be doing something.

I can remember sitting in a cabin outside of Denver writing that with a can of soup on the stove.

I was a drummer in the bugle band in cadets. I marched. It's probably quite funny to look back on it.

Give me a wave I can ride upon, come and show your strength to me.

Everything is trust, all the rest is dust.

Think about the fool who by his virtue can be found in a most unusual situation playing jester to the clown.

Be calm in the face of all common disgraces.