Instead, I am badly oppressed by a gnawing sense of waste. I had real plans for my next decade and felt I’d worked hard enough to earn it. Will I really not live to see my children married? To watch the World Trade Center rise again? To read—if not indeed write—the obituaries of elderly villains like Henry Kissinger and Joseph Ratzinger? But I understand this sort of non-thinking for what it is: sentimentality and self-pity.

Falling onstage…or anywhere.

Many readers have informed me that it is a tragic and dreary business to go into death without faith. I don’t feel that way. “Faith” is neutral. All depends on what is believed in. I have no desire to live forever. The concept frightens me. I am 69, have had cancer, will die sooner than most of those reading this. That is in the nature of things.

If im fearful of the project, then I know that I am on to something interesting.

I like being in the workforce; it keeps me grounded.

I don't have a lot of regrets in my life.

I like being in the workforce; it keeps me grounded.

I looked straight across at the clock and I was disappointed with the time. I should have run under 49 and I didn't. And I knew I had a lot more in me.

I don't have a lot of regrets in my life.

I was really vulnerable right before I left the coach, and I said to him, 'Are you still going to love me if I don't win this thing?'