It’s just what they are — they’re jokes…most jokes are about Jewish people, rednecks, black folks…I can’t determine what offends another person.

I don't care what the haters and naysayers say. If they make jokes about me, I'll laugh because they'll probably be funny.

Life is too short to wonder where you hid your waffle maker.

I am proof that the American dream still exists.

I was determined to share my positive approach and not let diabetes stand in the way of enjoying my life.

Change doesn’t happen overnight. It starts with the desire, then one small step in the right direction.

I am proud to be a Southerner. I think Southern hospitality is very... I don't think it's just a term. I think it really exists. You can come to Savannah, and the people are so sweet and so nice.

I will never use a substitute for butter. Margarine is one molecule away from eating plastic.

Growing up, I had a very busy social life. It wasn't until I was a sophomore in high school that I asked Mama if I could come into the kitchen and have her teach me how to cook something.

I don't want to spend my life not having good food going into my pie hole. That hole was made for pies.

Down South, even our vegetables have some pig hidden somewhere in it. A vegetable isn't a vegetable without a little ham hock.

Perfect Love happens at the most imperfect moments!

Without encouragement, what is the value of any meaningful relationship

Through her eyes the day was new and anything was possible.

Every artifact of human culture is a positive response to God's general revelation and simultaneously a rebellious assertion against His sovereign rule over us.

For people who like that sort of thing, that's the sort of thing they like.

To get, simply release, and then gently invite.

I don't want people to think I believe in God.

If you dissent without breaking the law then you are legitimizing the system that allows this kind of latitude. You have to break the law to touch the state.

We ourselves cannot put any magic spells on this world. The world is its own magic.

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.