Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

I Was Always Searching, Always Seeking The Next Big Thing, Because That Was The Thing That Was Going To Make Everything All Right Again. And While I Was Working Toward It, It Gave Me Something To Think About Other Than That Thing I Couldn't Put My Finger On. But It Always Came Back.

Sometimes I Think If I Had To Choose Between An Ear Of Corn Or Making Love To A Woman, I'd Choose The Corn.

With A Secret Like That, At Some Point The Secret Itself Becomes Irrelevant. The Fact That You Kept It Does Not.

Gorillas Are In Danger Of Being Wiped Out By The Ebola Virus. I Feel Like We Have Limited Time To Get To Know Them And Understand Them And They're Going To Disappear - That's Terrifically Sad. Wouldn't It Be Great If We Could Stop That?