I came at age in the '60s and initially my hopes and dreams were invested in politics and the movements of the time - the anti-war movement the civil rights movement. I worked on Bobby Kennedy's campaign for president as a teenager in California and the night he was killed.

He killed his enemies because he was afraid they would kill him. Amin ordered entire tribes to be put to death because he feared they would rebel.

For a culture that has such a problem with death we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot killed and blown up and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But the reality of it is that every day people die and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

When sudden death takes a president opportunities for new beginnings flourish among the ambitious and the tensions among such people can be dramatic as they were when President Kennedy was killed.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

I have never killed a man but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

With these men and women who work-for the cause with all their hearts with cool heads and skilled hands we will master every fate.

If a guy is skilled at anything that's attractive. There's something very primal about that and sure it can be as simple as figuring out the tip quickly. It's really cool when a guy tips 20 percent quickly and effortlessly so that when the check comes he opens it and signs his name and done.

Yet in this global economy no jobs are safe. High-speed Internet connections and low-cost skilled labor overseas are an explosive combination.

I believe that Gandhi was correct. Non-violent civil disobedience is the only way to bring about change that allows people to enjoy the change and not get killed in the process.

My sporting hero was Drazen Petrovic the NBA basketball player who was killed in a car accident in 1993. He was a good friend an unbelievable player and I dedicated my Wimbledon win to him.

In real life one of my friends was killed in a car accident during our sophomore year.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

Many highly intelligent people are poor thinkers. Many people of average intelligence are skilled thinkers. The power of a car is separate from the way the car is driven.

I think a lot of writers male and female write as if their parents were killed in a car accident when they were 2 and they have no one to hold accountable. And unfortunately I don't have that. I have parents who I care about what they think.

You'll live. Only the best get killed.