After I threw the first time, we looked at tapes and digested what I was doing wrong. Over the past few weeks, we fixed my problems. It's just a constant work in progress.

Nothing prepared us for the scope of devastation down there. In the New Orleans area, just about anywhere you looked, you saw people on rooftops that needed help — or people waving things out of windows that needed help.

We certainly picked the wrong time to struggle. Our narrow lead was gone after the first hole. We never really gave ourselves a chance.

There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

When they circumcised him they threw away the wrong bit

I'd go back in time and change it. But I can't