We all end up in the same place. Some sonner than others.

Success, like fashion, is a fickle companion and can leave one in the wink of an eye.

Age is a peculiar kind of thief. It slips up on you and steps inside your skin and is so quiet and methodical in its work that you never realize it has stolen your youth until you look into the mirror one morning and see a man you don't recognize.

..why is it that in problematic situations almost everyone resorts to axioms and societal remedies that in actuality almost nobody believes in?...ask yourself, have you ever known anyone whose marriage was saved by a marriage counselor, whose drinking was cured by a psychiatrist, whose son was kept out of reform school by a social worker?

Don't let anyone tell you that age purchases your freedom from fear of death.

THE ALLURE OF Montana is like a commitment to a narcotic; you can never use it up or get enough of it. Its wilderness areas probably resemble the earth on the first day of creation.

And every good artist knows that the gift comes from somewhere else, and it's there for a reason, and that's to make the world a better place.