I admire bull riders for their passion and the uniqueness each one of them has.

I can remember sittin in a cafe when I first started in rodeo, and waitin until somebody got done so I could finish what they left.

Sometimes a hard day's work is easier than a lot of things you can meet in life.

Sit tall in the saddle and hold your head up high. Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky, and live like you ain't afraid to die. Don't be scared...just enjoy the ride.

And takin' a bath in the creek. That's the stuff that really made it worthwhile. Anybody can stay in a motel.

You get to where you kind of like it, and It's a habit That's hard to break. I still find myself sittin' in a cafe, like a pizza parlor.

When I come up with an idea about the way I feel, I can really state it strongly in a song.

But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain morning/Watched those cotton candy clouds roll by/They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies.

So it's probably eighty percent luck and twenty percent skill.

Why not just do something a little more on the gentle side?

The breeding programs for the bulls have improved significantly. The bulls are at a much higher caliber.

Faith in God is a blessed hope.

I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.

How did pretty little Anna go from Westchester suburb brat to New York hooker? Now that’s a story.

If you deprive yourself of outsourcing and your competitors do not, you're putting yourself out of business.

I'm not going to be horrible just for the sake of having attitude or make other people feel small just to make me feel bigger.

Abortion is a right I feel must not go away, and I feel like people aren't mobilizing so much because it's so complicated and it's difficult to understand.

If we continue to set human borders and the economy as our highest priorities, we will never come to grips with the destructiveness of our activities and institutions.

We have to reinvest, I think, in the idea of articulacy as a form of personal human freedom and power.

If feathers don't ruffle, nothing flies.

If you aren't constantly astonished at God's grace in your solitude, there's no way it can happen in public.