Behind these eyesthere is a girl trapped withinher pain – a girl feeling all the emotionsof anger and sadness.She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)

Words are God’s gift to mend a broken soul.

I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”(Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64)

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

My wandering imagination never gives up on me and always finds ways to explore what my emotions entail.

The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake waterA woman's shriek assaults the earWhile above, in the sky, inured to everything, The moon looks on with a mindless leer("The Unknown Lady")

The blues is something separate from what I do. They connect at certain spots, but blues is different. I wouldn't put it in with what my career has been. That would be a whole separate wing.

I like intellectual journeys.

Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.

I had ambition not only to go farther than any man had ever been before, but as far as it was possible for a man to go.

Continuous improvement is better than delayed perfection.

Formula one is very one-dimensional in terms of what we do in the cockpit.

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

Our coach was absolutely out of his head. He must have read Bear Bryant's book. We had 78 players out. The first day 35 quit. Twenty quit the second day. We ended with 17 players. It was depressing.

I'm terrified that I'm genetically predisposed to only having boys. That's frightening. By the time I was 10 years old, and I'm not exaggerating, I knew how to patch drywall.