So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.

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

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

If you apologize because you are afraid, then you are a child not a man.

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

A person doesn't have to change who he is to become better.

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.