In racing, the fastest person wins. It is very simple.

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

It seems to me that the older I get, the more running around I do with less satisfaction, just spinning my wheels.

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.

We are such spendthrifts with our lives, the trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out.

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning.

I think it's very desirable to be an individual and a free thinker.