When prescribing one of the drugs I take, my doctor warned me of a common side effect: exaggerated, intensely vivid dreams. To be honest, I've never really noticed the difference. I've always dreamt big.

One of the great things about Parkinson's, in a superficial way, is it relieved me of vanity. I don't worry about what I look like, because it's literally out of my hands. But on a deeper level, it gives you a real humility, because you have to deal every day with the fact that you compromise.

Since I'm not sure of the address to which to send my gratitude, I put it out there in everything I do.

I don't look at myself as a leader. I do look at myself as part of a community.

They did something once that slurred my speech, and I thought, "Oh, man, you're messing with my brain. It's freaking me out."

I can't be smug, because I know that you can lose anything at any point. And I can't be angry, because I haven't lost it.

As much as Parkinson's is about movement, the end stage is being frozen. So the more I let that happen, the more I'm gonna be stuck within that and unable to reverse it.