Early on in my life I comprehended that death is the most tragic event in our life. Events of early Monday July 14, 1958 [Coup in Iraq] had convinced me that hate is the most destructive force in our life.

I fight, knock them out, have some sex and Monday I'm back to hitting bags and kicking ass.

The choice to have a great attitude is something that nobody or no circumstance can take from you.

We all need a daily checkup from the neck up to avoid stinkin' thinkin' which ultimately leads to hardening of the attitudes.

True joy comes when you inspire, encourage, and guide someone else on a path that benefits him or her.

It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

I can be very drunk in a club in Oxford on a Monday night, and some guy comes up to you and buys you a drink and says that the last record you made changed his life. That means something.

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

There are wars, there is pain, there is suffering, and there is even death. But none of these things prepare you for Monday morning.

Mondays are just like Sam from Clarissa Explains it All. They just show up through the damn window whenever the hell they feel like it.