So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.

I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.

We're all imperfect, and life is simply a perpetual, unending struggle against those imperfections.

I wanted to explore the values that are at work, underpinning my life.

My autobiography was simply the story of my life.

I find myself, at this time in my life, no less challenged, no less plagued, no less intrigued by what I still don't know.

I set my star so high that I would constantly be in motion toward it.