I Have A Remarkably Normal Life.

I Definitely Believe In A Higher Power.

There's Always Failure. And There's Always Disappointment. And There's Always Loss. But The Secret Is Learning From The Loss, And Realizing That None Of Those Holes Are Vacuums.

It’s All About Control. Control Is Illusory. No Matter What University You Go To, No Matter What Degree You Hold, If Your Goal Is To Become Master Of Your Own Destiny, You Have More To Learn. Parkinson’s Is A Perfect Metaphor For Lack Of Control. Every Unwanted Movement In My Hand Or Arm, Every Twitch That I Cannot Anticipate Or Arrest, Is A Reminder That Even In The Domain Of My Own Being, I Am Not Calling The Shots. I Tried To Exert Control By Drinking Myself To A Place Of Indifference, Which Just Exacerbated The Sense Of Miserable Hopelessness.

The Only Thing Worse Than An Opportunity You Don't Deserve Is Blowing An Opportunity.

I Saw A Birthday Card The Other Day, And It Said, "if You Didn't Know How Old You Were, How Old Would You Think You Were?" I Started Changing It In My Mind Right Away To, "if You Didn't Know How Sick You Were, How Sick Would You Think You Were?"