Life is good, and there's no reason to think it won't be--right up until the moment when everything explodes into a fireball of tiny, unrecognizable fragments, or it all goes skidding sideways, through the guardrail, over the embankment, and down the mountain. This will happen (and probably more than once).

I don't think [Parkinson's] is Gothic nastiness. There's nothing on the surface that's horrible about someone with a shaky hand. There's nothing horrible about someone in their life saying, "God, I'm really tired of this shaky hand thing" and me saying, "Me, too." That's our reality. We have no control over it.

I think there's a God and I know it's not me. I don't have a set of tenets, but I live an ethical life.

You suffer the blow, but you capitalize on the opportunity left in its wake.

If Spirituality is that you're humble in the face of forces greater than you and you believe those forces are more inclined toward being good than being bad, then I'm a spiritual person.

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

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