I have a kind of respect - a worshipful attitude, even - for nature and the natural order and the cosmos and the seasons.

I was a gift to my mother. She was a remarkable person. God or nature, or whatever those forces are, smiled on her, then passed me the best of her.

In America, it is difficult to be your own man.

Marriage is no way of life for the weak, the selfish, or the insecure.

When you walk with someone, something unspoken happens. Either you match their pace or they match yours.

If the image one holds of one's self contains elements that don't square with reality, one is best advised to let go of them, however difficult that may be.

The journey has been incredible from its beginning.