For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.

I don't want to move out of bed." "I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

Ya smell like honey, " he said. "I'm allergic to bees, " she whispered. "I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush." "Are you... drunk?

Is he all right?" Jane asked. "Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel, " Angus said. "Or his shadow...

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

The undisciplined mind confuses misfortune with mistakes.

A successful person expects a clapping hand, an ailing person expects an open hand.

You can be anything you want to be. You can be a street sweeper, if you want. Just be the best blasted street sweeper you can be . . . And, you know you can be mayor.

If you could press a button and your ego investment was less, the toothache would be less. Or less tragic at least.

One of my rules is: Never listen to your old stuff.

I have always defended my convictions and what I believed to be the truth.

Unless you have the courage to doubt you will never come to know the truth.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

I may have found the cure for cancer, and I think it might be Thom Yorke Serum.