Extroverts never understand introverts, and it was like that in school days. I read recently that all of us can be defined in adult life by the way others perceived us in high school.

I'm still no good at ball-and-stick games. If I go play golf with the guys, it's intended to be a joke.

No one gets to their heaven without a fight...

I still totally believe in individual rights and individual responsibility and in choosing to do good.

I have come to believe that anger and grudges are burning embers in the heart.

...The important thing is: if you fail once, or if your luck is bad this time, the dream is still there. A dream is only over if you give it up-or if it comes true.

If I do something weird, play it twice and it's a new part.