People ask how I think up my thoughts. Mostly I think them up while reading Paul Simon's lyrics.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."

Where the loser saw barriers, the winner saw hurdles.

I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.

Life is not fair, nor has it ever been, but the morning seems determined to dawn until it is.

To truly forgive is to allow the other person to forget.

At some point you must decide if you want to succeed or just be someone who was never to blame for anything going wrong.