They were making a deal for a property that clearly was a property that we wanted to own, so we had to act, and act as quickly as we could, and make the offer more attractive.

I might not be the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I'm pretty good at getting most of the other bulbs to light up.

Be candid with everyone.

Before you are a leader, success is all about growing yourself. When you become a leader, success is all about growing others.

Change before you have to.

If you don't have a competitive advantage, don't compete.

Good business leaders create a vision, articulate the vision, passionately own the vision, and relentlessly drive it to completion.

On the face of it, shareholder value is the dumbest idea in the world.

Shareholder value is a result, not a strategy . . . Your main constituencies are your employees, your customers and your products.

If the rate of change on the outside exceeds the rate of change on the inside, the end is near.

Willingness to change is a strength, even if it means plunging part of the company into total confusion for a while.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.

The difference between intelligence and an education is this: that intelligence will make a good living for you, but education won't do much for you at all.

The highest type of intelligence, says Aristotle, manifests itself in an ability to see connections where no one has seen them before, that is, to think analogically.

Even more important than what we do, then, is who we are.

Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.

We are more powerful, more knowledgeable, better prepared than we think we ever are.

Lord Jesus, I pray that this day I may take up my cross and follow you.

I don't have much desire to move to LA much yet. I don't think you can expect it any time soon, but who knows what can happen in the future.

A child playing air guitar plays no wrong notes

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.