I asked the Mesquite coach who he thought the best team in Mesquite is. He said they were about even.

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.

Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.

Practice good personal hygiene. Wash your hands before you eat. Be aware of good clean water and food sources.

It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.

There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.

I close my eyes, and think of water.

Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Someone like you makes the sun shine brighter. Someone like you makes a sigh half a smile. Someone like you makes my troubles much lighter. Someone like you make life seem worthwhile.

They can buy whatever brand they want. We will supply the finance.

Apology - a desperate habit and one that is rarely cured.

Thousands of people die every year of cold, so if we had global warming it would save lives ... We ought to look out for people. The earth can take care of itself.

Guys have to look up to somebody. Everybody needs to have their own role and somebody has to be the star.

The militant Muslim is the person who beheads the infidel, while the moderate Muslim holds the feet of the victim.

Always wear a smile. The gift of life will then be yours to give.

The whole nostalgia thing, and just sticking with what you always liked and what you know and not taking a chance on something or expanding. I think especially after a certain age.

I'm not one to mythologize other actors too much, but obviously Sandy Bullock is a gorgeous woman.

We are not better than native born Americans, and of course not smarter. We’ve just been to the last stop of this bus.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.