The First Thing I Look For In

My Mother, We Were A Very Poor Family. When I Was A Kid, We Would Be In Our Little Room, And There Would Be A Knock On The Door Almost Every Night With A Hobo Begging For Food. Even Though We Didn't Even Have Enough To Eat, My Mother Always Found Something To Give Them.

Fame Is As Much About Luck As It Is About Talent, Perhaps More.

Unfortunately, Once I Did Learn To Smoke, I Couldn't Stop. I Escalated To Two Packs A Day Very Quickly, And Stayed That Way For About Ten Years. When I Decided To Stop, I Adopted The Method That My Father Had Used When He Quit. He Would Carry A Cigarette In His Shirt Pocket, And Every Time He Felt Like Smoking, He Would Pull Out The Cigarette And Confront It: "who Stronger? You? Me?" Always The Answer Was The Same: "i Stronger." Back The Cigarette Would Go, Until The Next Craving. It Worked For Him, And It Worked For Me.

Maybe There Is No Peace In This World. I Don't Know ... But I Know As Long As We Live We Must Stay True To Ourselves.

Sometimes, The Thing That Ties You Down Sets You Free.