When I was 20, I would have taken a bullet in the head to never have to be 35.

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 happen to be a Parkinson's patient. I'm not fearful of my condition or my future - but if someone is looking in my eyes for fear, then they see their own fear reflected back at them.

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 know what I want? The answer is, I truly don't know what I want. I don't want to do a television series. I want to do dramas as well as comedies, but I have no idea what kind or in what order. Just give me the chance at them.

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

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).