Some people standby you in your darkest hour while others walk away; only a select few march towards you and become even closer friends.

Well I certainly have learned and I hope I'm moving on and certainly two years of prison was a terrible punishment.

There are defining moments in one's life when you learn about yourself, and you deposit that knowledge in the experience account, so you can draw on it at some later date.

When a book comes out I wonder if one person will buy it. It's agony. Of course it's stupid, but it's agony.

I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey.

I think my attitude to human beings has changed since leaving prison.

The discipline required for athletics carried through to writing. You call it obsession. I call it discipline. By the way, I see nothing wrong with that.