I never know if it's the right choice I'm making. It's always weird going from one place to another.

The older I've gotten, the more I've learned that I have to open myself up to all opportunities. Maybe I'll get burned and not meet the right people, but I won't know until I do it.

When it came right down to it, I had to make a choice. This was the individual, it was the guy, right time, right place. It was the guy I wanted alongside of me to go forward.

When one divides, the other should have the right of first choice

Whether they made the right choice, who knows?

I think that was absolutely the right choice,