I wish I could recall with clarity the impulse that compelled me to help bring this camp into being. I'd be pleased if I could announce a motive of lofty purpose. I've been accused of compassion, of altruism, of devotion to Christian, Hebrew, and Muslim ethic, but however desperate I am to claim ownership of a high ideal, I cannot. I wanted, I think, to acknowledge Luck; the chance of it, the benevolence of it in my life, and the brutality of it in the lives of others, made especially savage for children because they may not be allowed the good fortune of a lifetime to correct it.

For some players, luck itself is an art

What could be better than to hold your hand out to people less fortunate than you are?

Once I started taking drama classes, I asked myself why I had ever wasted so much time on a football team.

So you wound up with Apollo/If he's sometimes hard to swallow/Use this.

The only question I ever ask any woman is, 'what time is your husband coming home?'

I have taken roads that I wished I had not traveled on. And I'm traveling on some pretty exciting ones, too. Just hope when you get to that great racetrack in the sky, that the balance will tip slightly into those things that you'd be proud of.