“I don’t fear anything.”

There is no man in any rank who is always at liberty to act as he would incline. In some quarter or other he is limited by circumstances.

All the therapists would tell me was that I was the only healthy person they knew.

My parents put skates on me at age 2, the way it should be if you’re serious, and I’ve always liked it.

I don’t remember the first time I skated on ice, I was too young. I do remember falling in love with that wind-in-my-face feeling while speed skating.

I just hope I can get another personal best. If I can do that, I’ll be satisfied.

But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.

When you completely extract yourself from anything familiar.

Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing by rain?

Memory is just as much of an instrument as anything else in music.

What I enjoy doing more than anything is.

Technology is anything that wasn’t around when you were born.

Bad criticism drives good criticism out of circulation. You just can’t criticize anything.

Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?