The more I expect, the more unhappy I am going to be. The more I accept, the more serene I am.

I still play hockey every now and then, and I still golf. But my biggest exercise is walking my big dog in the park every day.

So what I say about Tracy is this: Tracy's big challenge is not having a Parkinson's patient for a husband. It's having me for a husband. I happen to be a Parkinson's patient.

I have now is whenever my kids say, "Can you look at this?" or "Can I ask you something?" or "Can you come here for a minute?" no matter what I am doing, I say yes instead of saying, "Just a sec." They never abuse the privilege, and I never once regretted it. What they took me away to do was never less important than what I was doing already.

The way life runs through everything, even the tiniest elements of nature - that makes me humble. It's the same humility that causes people at a certain time every day to get on their knees and put their foreheads on the ground in honor of something or someone.

My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance, and in inverse proportion to my expectations.

I love the irony. I'm perceived as being really young and yet I have the clinical condition of an old man.