I've been playing the drums since age nine.

Physically my brain is in great shape. My motor functions are fine, but I think going through the whole ordeal... coming pretty close to death, may have affected my priorities.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

...like a small stone deflected off a larger one, my brother had spun off toward the Almighty, though to my mind the events of that morning could just as well have cast him the other way.

The only thing that makes advice great is when you apply it and it works so try, try try.

Danger is opportunity inside out.

When we operate on the basis of the will to control, we are aware of only one kind of "evil": the failure of existence to conform to the plan we have for it.

The person who needs the other person the least in a relationship is the stronger member.

The things that keep nagging at you are the ones worth exploring.

My mom and my dad never pushed me into performing. They never prohibited me from trying anything, or being anything. They never restricted me in any way. For which I'll be forever grateful.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

I tell my boys not to play rough with their younger sister. I try to teach them what I know already: You're never going to win an argument with a girl, so just let her have what she wants!