When I Set Out To

Far As I Can Tell, I Still Have Most Of My Hair, My Gut Is Not Hanging Over My Belt, And I Still Have All Of My Teeth.

I've Learned That I Must Find Positive Outlets For Anger Or It Will Destroy Me. There Is A Certain Anger: It Reaches Such Intensity That To Express It Fully Would Require Homicidal Rage--self Destructive, Destroy The World Rage--and Its Flame Burns Because The World Is So Unjust. I Have To Try To Find A Way To Channel That Anger To The Positive, And The Highest Positive Is Forgiveness.

I Set My Star So High That I Would Constantly Be In Motion Toward It.

But I Always Had The Ability To Say No. That's How I Called My Own Shots.

In My Case, The Body Of Work Stands For Itself... I Think My Work Has Been Representative Of Me As A Man.