A. Life owes me nothing, no matter how hard I work. Whatever good comes to me in the end is simply a gift and a blessing.
A. It well might be Abraham Lincoln. And I'd advise him to skip the play at Ford's Theatre.
A. Physically, my blue eyes and my beard.
A. Sitting down with a cup of coffee at sunrise every morning to write exactly what I want to write and to be worried about nothing in that moment except how to make the words sing. Life is too complicated to let this happen very often, but sometimes it all comes together and my god is it magic and does it ever make me happy.
A. The ability to dance like Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly.