I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.

I've noticed that the magic getting along with someone isn't really magic. If you break it down, you can see how it happens. You say something a bit off-center and see if they react. If they get it, they push it a bit further. Then it's your turn again. And theirs. And so on, until it's banter. Once it's banter, it's friendship.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

The things that break your heart when you think there`s nothing left to break

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.