I've been trying to avoid goal-oriented behavior.

People are really suffering these days. There's a lot of corporate triumph and a lot of personal despair as they wonder what are they working for.

There are plenty of ways you can play the game of fighting and really seem to be fighting without going for the jugular.

I always wonder when people have any kind of spiritual and meditative practice especially if it's one designed in part to help them cope with things that seem unmanageable and to cope with something like death, if they're able to maintain that practice and maintain the equanimity at the time of death whether it's, you know, that person's or that person's loved one.

As a New Yorker, I'm someone who lives on an island and looks across to America.

Besides all those whaling details, Moby Dick is about someone who's looking for something so huge, something they've wanted all their life, yet they know when they find it, it will kill them.

The problem with prototypes is they don't always work.