If you have only one passion in life - football - and you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else it becomes very dangerous. When you stop doing this activity it is as though you are dying. The death of that activity is a death in itself.

Creativity is not merely the innocent spontaneity of our youth and childhood it must also be married to the passion of the adult human being which is a passion to live beyond one's death.

Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions both good and bad become transparent no longer limited by outward appearences.

My dad's passion was to teach adults to read so they could read to their kids.

Since I was a boy from this house I was out rescuing crocodiles and snakes. My mum and dad were very passionate about that and I was lucky enough to go along.

My dad's a beautiful man but like a lot of Mexican men or men in general a lot of men have a problem with the balance of masculinity and femininity - intuition and compassion and tenderness - and get overboard with the macho thing. It took him a while to become more I would say conscious evolved.

I like to think my dad was easygoing and kind and I think some of those things have been passed down. I am like him in a sense of being positive and hopeful. He was compassionate and I've got a lot of that in me as well.

My father was the most rational and the most dispassionate of men.

Martin Luther King Jr. Day is a time to honor the greatest champion of racial equality who taught a nation - through compassion and courage - about democracy nonviolence and racial justice.

And as a child I was filled with passionate admiration for acts of civic courage I had seen performed by an elderly military doctor who was a friend of my family.