I find as long as I acknowledge the truth of something, then that's it. I know what it is and then I can operate. But if I overestimate the downside of something or the challenge of something and I get too obsessed about the difficulty of it, then I don't leave enough room to be open to the upside, the possibility.

As for my own truncated secondary education, my head was in the clouds as my mom would say, or if you asked my father, up my ass.

My tattoo is that I don't have a tattoo.

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

I have no argument with those who see in organized religion a template or an imperative to live life according to a prescribed set of beliefs. Just give others the room, within the laws of civil society, to believe or not believe whatever they like.

I don't set a whole lot of goals. It smacks a little bit of will to me, and I find that will is not the way to go for me.

If I don't get food in my mouth, I'm still happy. If my pants are round my ankles, as long as I don't get arrested for indecent exposure, I'm happy. I'm worried about keeping my hair, not how it's combed.