I used to be so convinced that happiness was the goal, yet all those years I was chasing after it I was unhappy in the pursuit. Maybe the goal really should be a life that values honor, duty, good work, friends and family.

You can't go from a $2,000-a-night suite at La Mirage to a penitentiary, and really understand it, and come out a liberal.

My old man had a philosophy: peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.

I need a lot of support... Life is really hard, and I don't see some active benevolent force out there. I see it as basically a really cool survival game. You get on the right side of the tracks, and you now are actually working with what some people would call magic.

If I was a Pokemon, I'll either be a Psyduck or a Jigglypuff.

The lesson is that you can still make mistakes and be forgiven.

There's somewhere you're supposed to go, and if you get quiet enough, you'll make it.