Tries to think that I'm just doing my own thing, but every time I look back it always really makes sense in that time.

It's nice to look back on your life and see things as lessons, and not regrets.

John's time and effort were, in the main, spent on pretty honorable stuff. As for the other side, well, nobody's perfect, nobody's Jesus. And look what they did to him.

I will need to be a lot older before I can face in public the way I treated women as a youngster.

I was so ashamed of who I was, a kind of semi-racist, which didn't make sense.

It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.