“My Father taught me how to be a man – and not by instilling in me a sense of machismo or an agenda of dominance. He taught me that a real man doesn’t take, he gives; he doesn’t use force, he uses logic; doesn’t play the role of trouble-maker, but rather, trouble-shooter; and most importantly, a real man is defined by what’s in his heart, not his pants.”

“He had taught me how to be a man when my real father proved not to be much of one himself and incapable of showing a son the way.”

“GOD DOESN’T HATE FAGS ORANYBODY ELSE FOR THAT MATTER.GOD SAVES! THEN, GOD PASSES ITTO GRETZKY - WHO ROOFS THATSHIT, TOP-SHELF! THEN GOD ANDGRETZKY HIGH FIVE & BELLY-BUMP,CELEBRATING THEIR HOCKEYPROWESS. AND NEVER ONCE DOTHEY GIVE A SHIT IF ANYBODY’SGAY OR NOT.”

“A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.”

“Only someone who doesn’t understand art tells an artist their art somehow failed. How the fuck can art fail? Art can’t be graded, because it’s going to mean something different to everyone. You can’t apply a mathematical absolute to art because there is no one formula for self-expression.”

“There is here, what is not in the old country. In spite of hard, unfamiliar things, there is here - hope. In the old country, a man can be no more than his father, providing he works hard. If his father was a carpenter, he may be a carpenter. He many not be a teacher or a priest. He may rise - but only to his father's state. In the old country, a man is given to the past. Here he belongs to the future. In this land, he may be what he will, if he has the good heart and the way of working honestly at the right things.”

“The man who indulges us in this natural passion, who invites us into his heart, who, as it were, sets open the gates of his breast to us, seems to exercise a species of hospitality more delightful than any other. No man, who is in ordinary good temper, can fail of pleasing, if he has the courage to utter his real sentiments as he feels them, and because he feels them.”