Be Mindful of Death" (Memento Mori)

It was a beautiful spring night, the air rain-washed and smelling of crushed blossoms, and Henry felt as if the muscles of his body were singing in unison.

As he stared into the ocean, he must have tossed a lifetime of apologies into its silence. Maybe he thought the tide would wash his troubles away.

Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.

No technology will win. Technology itself will win.

There is but one Earth, tiny and fragile, and one must get 100,000 miles away to appreciate fully one's good fortune in living on it.

We are less lonely when we connect. Art is connection.

We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.

Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.

I played football growing up in junior high and high school.

My driving career is low, but musically, it's all pretty high. It's a test of patience, takes forever, but I guess that's the nature of the thing of life. I'm glad to be living the musical life.

When I tested for Billy Budd, I had that kind of confidence that comes with the certainty that you're not going to get something. I was very rough around the edges.