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Sometimes I think back to everything I've been through, and I wonder, 'Man, how the hell did I get here?'

I think I'm past any window where I'm suddenly going to become surprisingly ripped so that people go, 'Oh, my God, what happened to you?'

For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.

Some days, for some reason, I can't go anywhere, and I'm like, 'That was a mistake,' and other days no one will even notice me.

I can look back on my life, where there have been moments where things might have gone the other way. Everything is like stepping stones, and I've seen people I admire falter. We're all vulnerable.

You can't live in the past, there's nothing you can do about it.

Go back to what's good, what's certain, what's always there. You woke up today. Just start walking. Whatever it is, it'll pass. Time doesn't go backward. That's the one real blessing. It happened; it does you no good to worry. Keep it movin'.

I was dying but suddenly had a second chance at living.

When things happen to you in the worst way, you live with it, you go over it, you think, 'What else could I have done?'

Very often, as I wander through life, I'll get that old feeling that I've come back from the future, and I'm living in the past. And it's a really horrible feeling.