My partner and I won the race, and I threw my hat into the air and bent to pick it up. Everyone started laughin' because I had split the back end of my pants out, and I wasn't wearing shorts.

I can remember sittin in a cafe when I first started in rodeo, and waitin until somebody got done so I could finish what they left.

Sometimes a hard day's work is easier than a lot of things you can meet in life.

Sit tall in the saddle and hold your head up high. Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky, and live like you ain't afraid to die. Don't be scared...just enjoy the ride.

And takin' a bath in the creek. That's the stuff that really made it worthwhile. Anybody can stay in a motel.

You get to where you kind of like it, and It's a habit That's hard to break. I still find myself sittin' in a cafe, like a pizza parlor.

When I come up with an idea about the way I feel, I can really state it strongly in a song.

But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain morning/Watched those cotton candy clouds roll by/They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies.

So it's probably eighty percent luck and twenty percent skill.

I admire bull riders for their passion and the uniqueness each one of them has.

Why not just do something a little more on the gentle side?

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

Never! while heaven spares my reason, ’ replied I, snatching away the hand he had presumed to seize and press between his own.

I loved underground comics and psychedelic art. I did like some supernatural horror, but mainly fantasy. I was into escapism.

I waited a lot of years and I dealt with a lot of criticism about certain things on my face, and once I turned 21, I still felt that I wanted to change that, so I did.

Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.

It is important for everybody to insure that the process will go on, that the ceasefire will hold. Of course, there is no ceasefire against Daesh [the Islamic State], Jabhat al Nusra, and Al Qaeda.

The rulings of the past do not always apply in the present.

Humans turn the places they live into great crowded piles of mud and stone, like the nests termites build--but what happens when in all the world there are termite hills left but no bush?

I would be a terrible director, I could never write anything. One of my great strengths is that I know all of my weaknesses.

There is no eloquence which does not agitate the soul.