I’m a dad, I’m a husband, I’m an activist, I’m a writer and I’m just a student of the world.
I’m not a shill for the Democratic Party.
My view of life is colored by humor and looking at the best in any situation.
Pay attention to what’s happening around you. Read the book before you see the movie. Remember, though you, alone, are responsible for your own happiness, its still okay to feel responsible for someone else’s. Live and to learn.
My tattoo is that I don’t have a tattoo.
No matter how much fame you have, it’s not something that belongs to you. If I’m famous, that doesn’t belong to me-that belongs to you. If you can’t remember who I am, I’m no longer famous.
As with any turning point or instance when a new road is chosen and an old one forsaken, there are consequences.
I have so many things that I say to my kids, I just drive them crazy.
I have a remarkably normal life.
I don’t want people to kick my ass, I just want to get to a point where they can’t kick it.
I don’t set a whole lot of goals. It smacks a little bit of will to me, and I find that will is not the way to go for me.
I got sick of turning on the TV and seeing my face.
The biggest gift on Father’s Day is if I can be with all my kids.
Life is the power that’s greater than I can ever comprehend.
I think we all get our own bag of hammers. We all get our own Parkinson’s. We all have our own thing. I think that we’ll look at it through the filter of that experience, and we’ll say, “Yeah, I need to laugh at my stuff, too.”
Everything is cause and effect. If you don’t move, nothing will move with you, and nothing will move toward you.
My age makes me think how valuable life is. How bad is something like Parkinson’s in relation to not having life at all?
I don’t feel a yearning or a sense of missed opportunities. I don’t have many regrets. So that’s a nice feeling. To have no regrets and still have enough sense of adventure to take on risk.
To be brutally honest, for much of that time, I was the only person in the world with Parkinson’s. Of course, I mean that in the abstract. I had become acutely aware of people around me who appears to have the symptoms of Parkinson’s disease, but as long as they didn’t identify with me, I was in no rush to identify with them. My situation allowed, if not complete denial, at least a thick padding of insulation.
I owned a Ferrari, a Range Rover, a Mercedes 560SL convertible, a Jeep Cherokee and a Nissan 300ZX. I can’t remember the intricate decision tree I had to climb in order to determine which one to drive to work on any given day – it probably had something to do with the weather, or which car had more gas in the tank, or upholstery that best matched whatever shirt I happened to throw on that morning.