My father was the quintessential husband and dad.

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

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

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

You don't have to become something you're not to be better than you were.

I cannot be understood in three minutes.

I"ve learned that I must find positive outlets for anger or it will destroy me.