It changed my whole outlook. I lost a decade to self-pity, and the next thing I knew I was turning 40.

Self-pity is an emotion that is reserved for quitters.

I loved her tremendously. It didn't seem fair, ... Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I decided to run away.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

It's the sedan of the next decade.

Last night was disappointing. But you can wallow in your self pity or you can go out there and do it again -- and I did.