I'm not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years.

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

Wherever there's hope there's a trial.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.