You Suffer The Blow, But You Capitalize

I'm Also Very Proud To Be A Part Of A Trilogy Of Films That, If They Do Nothing Else, Allow People To Check Their Problems At The Door, Sit Down And Have A Good Time.

'why Do You Think It Is...', I Asked Dr. Cook ... 'that Brain Surgery, Above All Else-even Rocket Science-gets Singled Out As The Most Challenging Of Human Feats, The One Demanding The Utmost Of Human Intelligence?' [dr. Cook Answered,] 'no Margin For Error.'

They Did Something Once That Slurred My Speech, And I Thought, "oh, Man, You're Messing With My Brain. It's Freaking Me Out."

There's A Connection That's Hard To Explain. It's The Feeling I Get When I See Someone Shuffle Up To Meet Me, Or Say Something, And I Can Instantly Tell By The Cant Of Their Head Or By The Movement Of Their Arms -- And These Are People Who Aren't Even Full-blown Symptomatic -- That They're One Of Us. And The Look They Give Me, It's Not Just Gratitude -- I Don't Care About The Gratitude -- But Solidarity. And Shared Optimism. And A Resiliency That Just Makes Me Think We're Doing The Right Thing, And That This Truly Is A Community.

So I Never Spend A Lot Of Time Analyzing Why People Respond To My Work. But I Think That It's Just The Joy, A Passion For Life, That I Think Has Always Been In My Characters. Beyond That, I'm Just Grateful For It.