I don't ask myself, "Well, does God exist or does God not exist?" I choose to believe that God exists, and therefore I can say, "God, I can't do this by myself. Help me not to take a drink today. Help me not to take a drug today." And that works fine for me.

Practice is invaluable... honesty is indispensable.

The battle between good and evil is endlessly fascinating because we are participants every day.

I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

Things come in three major degrees in the human experience, I think. There's good, bad, and terrible. And as you go down into progressive darkness towards terrible, it gets harder and harder to make subdivisions.

Most people are optimists, although they may claim they are not. People who call themselves realists are often the biggest optimists of all.