All I Liked To Do When I

It Was A Very Difficult Time. I Was Working On [umble-ardy] When My Partner And Friend Was Dying Of Cancer. We Set Up A Room In The House To Be Like A Hospital Room. Eugene Died, And Then I Had Bypass Surgery. I Was Doing The Book To Stay Sane While All This Was Going On.

I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart.

I’m Not Hans Christian Andersen. Nobody’s Gonna Make A Statue In The Park With A Lot Of Scrambling Kids Climbing Up Me. I Won’t Have It, Okay?

Life Has Only Gotten Better Personally For Me As I've Gotten Older. I Mean, Being Young Was Such A Gross Waste Of Time. I Was Just Such A Miserable, Miserable Person.

One Of The Few Graces Of Getting Old - And God Knows There Are Few Graces - Is That If You've Worked Hard And Kept Your Nose To The Grindstone, Something Happens: The Body Gets Old But The Creative Mechanism Is Refreshed, Smoothed And Oiled And Honed. That Is The Grace. That Is What's Happening To Me.