We all carry around so much pain in our hearts. Love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure - full of surprises. Some good. Some bad.

There's an old saying that if you come back to the place where you became a man, you will remember all those things you need to be happy... That saying never made sense to me, but I thought it was worth a try.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Perhaps, it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

They say dreams are the windows of the soul-take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts.

It's hard enough to tell good stories about people who analyze information for a living. It's even harder to do a good show about people who think for a living.

History is powerful stuff. One day your world is fine. The next day it's knocked for a metaphysical loop. Was Napoleon really at Waterloo? Would that change what I had for breakfast?

I went to school with a guy named Truxton. He and I played football together, and he knocked me out once because he's bigger and strong than I am.