Such men feel imprisoned by invisible chains—walled in, sewn up in layers of batting. For them, the final feat of autoliberation was all too foreseeable.

Listening to them, I realized how much of who I was, what I was, had been defined by Baba and the marks he had left on people’s lives. My whole life, I had been “Baba’s son.” Now he was gone. Baba couldn’t show me the way anymore; I’d have to find it on my own. The thought of it terrified me.

Nothing is impossible. Impossible just takes a bit longer.

Thanksgiving, man. Not a good day to be my pants.

Kevin James

Quotes by Kevin James

Written By Kevin James

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