It’s harder to talk about, but what I really, really, really want for Christmas is just this: I want to be 5 years old again for an hour. I want to laugh a lot and cry a lot. I want to be picked or rocked to sleep in someone’s arms, and carried up to be just one more time. I know what I really want for Christmas: I want my childhood back. People who think good thoughts give good gifts.

As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts.

Just when you thought that you already learned the way how to live, life changes - and you're left the same as you begun.

To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, 'What's it for?'

All of these are names given me by other people, but not names I would have given myself. My name is not mine, it's theirs. It's a series of costumes put on my life by other people.

Share everything. Don't take things that aren't yours. Put things back where you found them.

About winning and losing: It isn't important, what really counts is how you play the game. About playing the game: PLAY TO WIN!