I could have lived off all the male careers in my family. Everybody was always getting ovations, but I was in the wings.

When someone died in the wilderness of frontier America, that person's physical remains were buried and the handcarts continued west, but the mourning survivors had hope for their loved one's eternal soul. However, when someone dies spiritually in the wilderness of sin, hope may be replaced by dread and fear for the loved one's eternal welfare.

When you are a journalist in the music business, as I was, you end up dying or going to the gym - I chose the gym.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer when I was a lad. From then on, he lived in fear that death was just around the corner, and he set about programming me to work hard and bring in some cash.