Our show was this little pirate ship that somehow managed to slip into the Broadway harbor, so to speak.

The show was one of those rare 60-to-1 shots. Thankfully, some producers are still willing to bet on the long shots.

At times in I felt like we were really out of rhythm and out of sync. Somehow we managed to prevail out there and pull it together. People that we weren't expecting to step it up, stepped it up.

The secret to my success was that somehow I always managed to live to fly another day.

There are some who believe we are going to have an electronic Pearl Harbor, so to speak, before we really make (computer security) the kind of priority that many of us believe it deserves to be,

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.