I think we all get our own bag of hammers. We all get our own Parkinson's. We all have our own thing. I think that we'll look at it through the filter of that experience, and we'll say, "Yeah, I need to laugh at my stuff, too."

I have no choice about whether or not I have Parkinson's. I have nothing but choices about how I react to it. In those choices, there's freedom to do a lot of things in areas that I wouldn't have otherwise found myself in.

He gave life to the breath- oxygen, a simple gas, he transferred into words, ideas, hope.

I always felt that I came up short in the education department, but I've come to the conclusion that we all get an education.

My notion of spirituality was different than it is now, but even if I'd been the most fundamentalist of believers, I would have assumed that God had better things to do than arbitrarily smite me with shaking palsy.

My age makes me think how valuable life is. How bad is something like Parkinson's in relation to not having life at all?

Just as Parkinson's isn't a big topic of conversation in my house, neither is my career.