Granted, I could go out and lose everything (by) gambling and drinking, but there's no sense in denying it. It's in my blood.

I believe nicotine plus caffeine equals protein.

I don't think I've ever stepped into a gym - they won't let me smoke there. I just thank God Miller Lite isn't as fattening as most beers. If I cut back on beer, though, I'd look anorexic.

I was never able to have three of four beers. One's too many, and ten just ain't enough. Basically it's the way I've been since high school.

I hit the ball as hard as I can. If I can find it, I hit it again.

Life is nothing but a memory. People who dwell on the bad ones aren't going to have a whole lot of good ones coming up.

This fitness thing is blown out of proportion. What am I going to do on a treadmill - smoke a cigarette and drink a diet Coke?

There are probably some things I could do to keep my flexibility up, but I'd rather smoke, drink diet Cokes and eat.

I enjoy the oohs! and aahs! from the gallery when I hit my drives. But I'm getting pretty tired of the awws! and uhhs! when I miss the putt.

My slogan is who needs fitness when you've got great equipment.

I learned you can't drink whiskey and play golf.

Continue to diligently work and God’s principles will work in your life as it worked in Ruth’s life

If the whole world I once could seeOn free soil stand, with the people freeThen to the moment might I say, Linger awhile. . .so fair thou art.

The translation called good has original value as a work of art.

My back-up plan is always to take a trip. That's never a bad option. That's always a good option.

Obsolescence is the very hallmark of progress.

I have been elevated to such a high status that the fall will be very steep.

A large part of acting is just pretending. You get to work with these other great make-believers, all making believe as hard as they can.

Heaven is on this earth. There are no angels on the clouds with twanging harps... That's just another man's fantasy.

The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all.

As a woman, you feel that you shouldnt want to better yourself against others. Ambition has become such an ugly word, hasnt it?