One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.

Wherever and however any one of us may be conceived, it is the same. We come into being in the arms of God.

Public lives are lived out on the job and in the marketplace, where certain rules, conventions, laws, and social customs keep most of us in line. Private lives are lived out in the presence of family, friends, and neighbors who must be considered and respected even though the rules and proscriptions are looser than what's allowed in public. But in our secret lives, inside our own heads, almost anything goes.

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

My secret agenda is to convey my values to my kids.

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

All I really need to know... I learned in kindergarten.