I don't believe I throw quite the same as before I was injured.

When Clint Eastwood walks into a room, you may not know his name. But you know who he is.

This is a gathering of lovers. In this gathering there is no high, no low, no smart, no ignorant, no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required. There is no master, no disciple. This gathering is more like a drunken party, full of tricksters, fools, mad men and mad women. This is a gathering of lovers.

I never want to shy away from a challenge.