I wonder if to stare into the face of God will drive me crazy. (I wonder who would blink first.)

Electricity can be dangerous. My nephew tried to stick a penny into a plug. Whoever said a penny doesn't go far didn't see him shoot across that floor. I told him he was grounded.

Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.

I have to get a licence to drive a motorcycle to protect myself and the people around me. I am adamant there should be some sort of licensing required to have children.

A guy knows he's in love when he loses interest in his car for a couple of days.

If you don't decide where you're going, life will decide for you.

Sometimes you get the sense that the Creator is getting to that point of "Yeah, we might have to reboot."

My mom said the only reason men are alive is for lawn care and vehicle maintenance.

Real men don't use instructions, son. Besides, this is just the manufacturer's opinion on how to put this together.

I'm a creative guy, artistically with graphics.

Jill, we became parents so we could tell our kids what to do. Otherwise we're just the tallest people living here.

And failure, if you want to know, Dakota, is just another opportunity to try again.

Fast car . . . You can drive anywhere in just a few minutes and time becomes just another thing we take advantage of never appreciating each moment that passes as a blessing from God.

Why has it seemed that the only way to protect the environment is with heavy-handed government regulation?

I still have to work on my weight and some of my other demons.

It took me years to figure out that you don't fall into a tub of butter, you jump for it.

I am currently in Haiti to help the Haitian people in their reconstruction.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

The worst insult I can inflict on life is that I do not reflect on its meaning.

The religion of nonviolence is not meant merely for therishis and saints.

Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.