“I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.”

“I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.”

“I raised my right hand and placed my left on the Quran, which was being held by my wife and mom. Suddenly, I was blinded by a cascade of camera flashes...”

“My left hand is my bad hand. I spank it with my right hand. You might call it clapping, but I call it discipline.”

“My left hand is my thinking hand (image), my right hand my doing hand (sequence).”

“...I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters”