If it ran, a Bean would eat it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

I'd rather be a born-once hog than a born-again Christian any day.

That’s the way we see life: your community is your survival. And if you live in a small community like this, even the people you hate you have as friends.

If I can be writing, I can take a certain amount of control when so much around me is upsetting.

I feel at times that I'm making up these little people and I've lost my mind.

If it ran, a Bean would shoot it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

That's what friends do: they notice things. They're there for each other. They see what parents don't.

It was a quiet taunt...a poisoned glass of wine, meant to intoxicate and exsanguinate.

I love doing voice-overs; I wish I could do more of them. It's a lot of fun to see how they take the voice and animate it and try to capture your own expressions and features. It's fascinating.

As quickly as you start spending federal money in large amounts, it looks like free money.

Punishment is not for revenge, but to lessen crime and reform the criminal.

Me, I was already jaded and tarnished, skeptical that a fantasy world could keep reality at bay.

My family and I built my whole career from scratch.

Many kids in foster homes have a lot of emotions that are hard to get out. It's important to let them know they can make a difference in the community.

When I look at my longterm goals for the rest of my life, there are so many things other than performing that make me happy.

I can feel the universe expanding and making things be further apart.