A little bit closer to the stars, anything seemed possible.

I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.

Sometimes it was hard to breathe, knowing how small my world could be. Maybe in San Francisco it wouldn't feel like the universe was conspiring to keep me in a bubble.

Look at this beautiful world!

My life was being planned in sentences that started with 'We' instead of 'I', yet it felt like the most natural transition in the world.

The master tools of success are invitation, patience, time, gentleness, cooperation and surrender.

If there is a new fascism, it won't come from skinheads and punks; it will come from people who eat granola and think they know how the world should be.

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.

I've got so many things coming across my desk right now that are nonfootball related, I can't stand it.

If you find a neighbor in need, you're responsible for serving that neighbor in need, you're responsible for loving a neighbor just like you'd like to love yourself.

My life and my plan wasn't very good, but at least it was my plan. It got to that point that I just couldn't stand it any more.

I respect everything I make fun of.

I love dancing, actually. My mother taught children's dance, ballet, tap, jazz...I'm very flexible.

My philosophy is: Everybody needs to look out for everybody else.

When I was a child, I wanted to raise horses in Wyoming or be a cabin boy on a pirate ship.