I don't really have Down's syndrome; I just have a slight case of it.

Having Down syndrome is like being born normal. I am just like you and you are just like me. We are all born in different ways, that is the way I can describe it. I have a normal life.

Its not our disabilities, its our abilities that count.

Don't give up on the child. Give the child an education. Give them daily love.

I'd like to be the role model to teach other people who have Down's syndrome to be actors and actresses and to be themselves and not try to be a big shot.

I was like Gene Kelly, it was called singing in the rain. No seriously, I wasn't really born with a singing voice, but my friends Joe and John taught me how to sing.

I could make a difference.

I want to be a professional.

I don't like to be different; I would like to be the same.

I just want to be like other people that are normal.

I have a motto on my bedroom wall: 'Obstacles are what you see when you take your eye off the goal.' Giving up is not my style. I just want to do something that's worthwhile.

In America the government took the land from the Indians and then established laws protecting private property.

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.

New customers are the best source of new business

I've figured out that life in general is a team effort; it's a team game.

More than anything else we should be concerned about meekness, or our standing in God's sight. If that standing is as it should be, nothing else matters. If it is not, nothing else counts.

I have procured air [oxygen] ... between five and six times as good as the best common air that I have ever met with.

It is worthwhile to live and fight courageously for sacred ideals.

The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words "I love you" ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game

The older theory was, marry an older man because they're more mature. But the new theory is men don't mature. Marry a younger one.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?