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.

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.

I'm hanging in there, trying to spend as much quality time with my wife and kids as possible, and though it's very frustrating to know I won't beat the cancer, there's a great satisfaction in knowing that I'm walking off the field with no regrets.