There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.

It's best to have your tools with you. If you don't, you're apt to find something you didn't expect and get discouraged.

The worst advice? 'Don't listen to the critics.' I think that you really ought to listen to the critics, because sometimes they're telling you something is broken that you can fix.

Want to know the best thing about teaching? Seeing that moment when a kid discovers his or her gift. There's no feeling on earth like it.

Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.

What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, but because you think I should be. I look back on the way I was. A young, stupid kid that committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this old man is all that's left.