To simply wake up every morning a better person than when I went to bed.

But my dad also was a remarkable man, a good person, a principled individual, a man of integrity.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.

Far as I can tell, I still have most of my hair, my gut is not hanging over my belt, and I still have all of my teeth.

I learned to hear silence. That's the kind of life I lived: simple. I learned to see things in people around me, in my mom, dad, brothers and sisters.

I am not a hugely religious person, but I believe that there is a oneness with everything. And because there is this oneness, it is possible that my mother is the principal reason for my life.

So it's been kind of a long road, but it was a good journey altogether.