It’s often the same with any new, revolutionary thing. People get stuck as they get older. Our minds are sort of electrochemical computers. Your thoughts construct patterns like scaffolding in your mind. You are really etching chemical patterns. In most cases, people get stuck in those patterns, just like grooves in a record, and they never get out of them.

One by one the more vigorous sports and exacting games fall away. Exceptional exertions are purchased only by a more pronounced and more prolonged fatigue. Muscles may relax, and feet and hands slow down; the nerve of youth and manhood may become less trusty. But painting is a friend who makes no undue demands, excites to no exhausting pursuits, keeps faithful pace even with feeble steps, and holds her canvas as a screen between us and the envious eyes of Time or the surly advance of Decrepitude. Happy are the painters, for they shall not be lonely.

So far, getting older has made almost everything better.

Getting older doesn’t scare me.

As I reflect on my journey, I am forever grateful to have always had George by my side. As I said in the beginning, my story is really our story. George influenced almost every decision I made in life and my friendship and kinship with him deeply influenced the man I am today.

You have to do something like that to get rid of the tension, take your mind off what you are doing.

I'm the kind of man who, even if the glass is only half full, doesn't lament but goes to fill up the rest.

Our wedding day is tied with the births of my three children as the best days of my life.

You have to make sacrifices on either side. You also to have an understanding family, to know that there are going to be some sacrifices.

I don’t like those people that only want to be nice to people that they consider their equal or above them as far as maybe they’ve got money or something like that.