Each Misstep Leads To The Next Correct

By The Time This Concert Ends This Evening, 30,000 Africans Will Have Died Because Of Extreme Poverty. By This Time Tomorrow Evening, Another 30,000. This Does Not Make Sense.

I Had A Friend Who Worked At A Hospice, And He Said People In Their Final Moments Don't Discuss Their Successes, Awards Or What Books They Wrote Or What They Accomplished. They Only Talk About Their Loves And Their Regrets, And I Think That's Very Telling.

My Kids Are Just Waiting For Me At Home. I'm Their Father. They're Wondering, 'when's Daddy Coming Home?'

You Just Have To Get One Misstep - That's An Easy Way To Fall Into Caricature. Bad Caricature.

Your Shame Will Be Your Torture, And Your Torture Will Be Your Life. I Wish It Long.