Being Comfortable Is Over-rated.

I Was Always Annoyed By Too Much Explaining.

As You Get Older, You Change Certain Things.

You Know I've Had People Come Up And Ask Me To Sign Their Guns. Sign My Name On Gun Handles And Holsters And Stuff. I've Done It Once Or Twice For Law Enforcement Officials, But When People Do That -- And There Have Been Quite A Few Of Them Lately -- I Always Tell Them No. I Don't Want To Do That. I Don't Want My Name On That And I Hope You Use This Gun, Whatever Its Purpose Is, I Hope It's Used Wisely.

My Father Died Very Suddenly At Sixty-three. Just Dropped Dead. For A Long Time Afterward, I'd Ask Myself, Why Didn't I Ask Him To Play Golf More? Why Didn't I Spend More Time With Him? But When You're Off Trying To Get The Brass Ring, You Forget And Overlook Those Little Things. It Gives You A Certain Amount Of Regret Later On, But There's Nothing You Can Do About It. So You Just Forge On.

I Tried Being Reasonable, I Didn't Like It.