I don't want people to kick my ass, I just want to get to a point where they can't kick it.

In terms of what happened over that hiatus that I took, I just rested. I spent that time with my family, during their really formative years, and enjoyed that, and I messed with pills and new medications that help me to deal with dyskinesia and some other things I was struggling with, that I don't have as much now because of medication to counter the side effects. So, it just seemed like the right time to do it.

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

The story is a testament to the consolations that get me through and give meaning to every area of my life.

The thing that brings people to wail at a wall, or face Mecca, or to go to church, is a search for that feeling of purity.

Our challenges don’t define us, our actions do.

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."