My Dad Was Good With Actions.

I Envy The People Who Say, 'oh, Well, I've Got My Name In The Golden Book And I'm Going To Be Entered Into The Pearly Gates.'

What Have I Done? I've Blundered My Way Through Life. So I Have My Picture On The Wall. The Minute I Die, That Picture Will Start To Yellow And Fade And Eventually Be Gone. Blown In The Wind And Become Part Of The Molecular Structure Of Something Else. These Things We See As "success," They're Non-accomplishments.

Conquest Is Easy. Control Is Not.

My Life Is My Statement And I Try To Be True To Myself And Thusly To Other People. Whatever My Failings Are, They Are Human And I Try To Perfect It Each Day.

I Think Of Doing A Series As Very Hard Work. But Then I've Talked To Coal Miners, And That's Really Hard Work.