One thing I want you to understand is if I make a decision, it's my decision.

Do you know what my favorite part of the game is? The opportunity to play.

I think a man becomes less than a man when he begins to compromise on what he believes is right.

Before we can talk about a championship, we have to practice like a championship team.

I am sure there is a right way and a wrong way and in today's life, there are many different rules of being politically correct.

You never really know about a quarterback until he plays in a real game.

If a dad does his job, we don't need prisons, we don't need jails. That's what I saw growing up.

Every day I've got to get up and make a decision. I have an opportunity every day to affect young men and the coaches that are around me, the entire organization and the entire community.

You want to learn everything that you possibly can, chew it, digest it, and take it for what it is, and then move on.

I want winners. I want people that want to win.

I feel that a great coach is one that has a vision, sets a plan in place, has the right people in place to execute that plan and then accepts the responsibility if that plan is not carried out.

{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}

Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?

You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?

To be forgiven is not enough; we must put an end to the very need to be forgiven.

I belong to a gospel choir. They know I am an atheist but they are very tolerant.

Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.

I'm talking as a professional impresario. I'm not judging anybody at all.

You told me there wouldn’t be any Rod Serling voice-overs, yet here I am in the middle of a Twilight Zone episode. Oh, and let me guess the title of it, Night of the Terminally Stupid! (Channon)

Much wisdom often goes with fewer words.

Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.