I've always thought of fat as just a descriptive word

Instead of hating, I have chosen to forgive and spend all of my positive energy on changing the world.

It's okay to be a fat man. It's prestige and power and all of that. But fat women are seen as just lazy and stupid and having no self-control.

The universe is like a pension plan. It will match your investment.

I placed over a thousand deaf people in jobs throughout my career working for the deaf.

So instead of beating myself up for being fat, I think it's a miracle that I laugh every day and walk through my life with pride, because our culture is unrelenting when it comes to large people.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.

People in this country haven't stopped hating fat people, but they've become more kind to me, since in our culture, even though we hate our fat people, we love our celebrities even more.

I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.

Handsome, thin, sophisticated men often fall madly in love with larger women, we just never see it on TV.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

God, who created us, has a pre-determined destiny for everyone

I use a lot of sense memory and, well, I can't really avoid getting into character.

My abiding faith in the American people is undiminished. That's still what drives me every single day.

His eyes never slumber, and His hands never rest; His heart never ceases to beat with love, and His shoulders are never weary of carrying His people's burdens.

When the man who ought to want a stock doesn't want it, why should I want it?

My favorite drawings at the Muhammad cartoon festival in Texas were the two chalk outlines out front.

Many young painters would never have taken their pencils in hand if they could have felt, known, and understood, early enough, what really produced a master like Raphael.

I will make you an offer you cannot refuse

You don't pick dance. Dance picks you.

even if vampires were stupid. Especially American vampires. They hung out in places Alaric himself would never have gone, especially if he were immortal. Such as high schools. And Walmart.