Happiness for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light to the feet thin ice that cracks and so may no one touch you who loves you.

We had times in '66 and '67 when we would pick up a platoon of privates out of the receiving barracks the week before we even graduated the platoon that we were on!

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.

Laying tracks gives you freedom without being too obvious.

And on a Canadian set everybody is equal. You get paid the same. You live together in barracks. You have a communal kitchen. You buy and cook your own food.

Sometimes I like to play the soundtracks to famous musicals so we can all sing along. South Pacific is one of my favorites. Our neighbors must hate us.

My mother used to take me to flea markets in my stroller and I would just rummage through the piles. You've got to dig through the overstuffed racks that everyone else just walks by. It's the only way to find the cool stuff.

I did find some time to go to a record store and check out 'Headstrong' actually in the racks. It was pretty cool I never thought I'd see my own CD sitting there with everyone else's. I made my Mom take lots of pics!

I'm really anti-option so computers have been my nightmare with recording. I don't want endless tracks I want less tracks. I want decisions to be made.