I think that we all stand on the dartboard of life. Roughly 30,000 people a year are going to catch a dart labeled pancreatic cancer, and that's unfortunate. It's not what I would have chosen. But I in no way feel like I deserved it.
Pretty much any time I got a chance to do something cool, I tried to grab for it, and that's where my solace comes from.
I've never understood pity and self-pity as an emotion.
An injured lion still wants to roar.
Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.
We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully.
