I don't know what he has. A pulled groin. A hip flexor. I don't know. A pulled something. I never pulled anything. You can't pull fat.

The era of the rugged individual is giving way to the era of the team player.

Everyone is needed, but no one is necessary.

We can't run. We can't pass. We can't stop the run. We can't stop the pass. We can't kick. Other than that, we're just not a very good football team right now.

We all go through the same things - it's just a different kind of the same thing

The men sit around getting fat and arguing with each other about something they call “philosophy” - most of which is pure nonsense.

Transformation, on the other hand, is creating beauty from horror or destruction (or, for beginners, an actually pleasant evening with the usual family problems).

Educate yourself as much as you can with life. Just go out there.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

I did see the Soul Train picture. That was interesting. I've heard all the jokes. I had it coming.

I've married a friggin horse. And he bites.

Reality is far more complex and messy than many of the grander themes and explanations would have us believe.

When Mother died I was both freed and abandoned, as are we all at this profound juncture in our lives.

...and I realized that Garrett was right about one thing- I had flipped. Completely.