That great philosopher anonymous once said, never argue with a fool. People might not know the difference.

I have no way of knowing how people really feel, but the vast majority of those I meet couldn't be nicer. Every once in a while someone barks at me. My New Year's resolution is not to bark back.

I was up late last night yapping about the elections on CNN and up early this morning doing the same thing in my daughter's kindergarten class.

The modern tribalism of the left demands that each person choose a group and then agree with everything that group agrees with. And anybody who leaves that group is stoned to death.

Canada is a sweet country. It is like your retarded cousin you see at Thanksgiving and sort of pat him on the head. You know, he's nice, but you don't take him seriously. That is Canada.

Feminism's latest victory: the right to get your limbs blown off in war. Congratulations.

Anybody who sides with Canada internationally in a debate between the U.S. and Canada, say, Belgium, is somebody whose opinion we shouldn't care about in the first place.

Unless you know a lot more about something than I do, I am not really that interested. I have too much information already.

It is nice to be around people who think differently than you. They challenge your ideas and keep you from being complacent.

It is increasingly important to be open-minded.

I will say, the one thing Mexico does well is punish prisoners. They do. They're good at that.

I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.

When someone speaks against a person its gossip

A person with the best strategy never gets angry.

King Of The Dot is huge; battle rap is huge right now. My first battle that I went to was King Of The Dot - shout out to Lush One.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

James Taylor and God are the reasons I play music.

The pressure, the heat, the almost impossibly fast pace at which you need work - this is the reality of working in the culinary industry. This is what professional chefs do night after night.

What kills me makes others stronger.

I had this little handheld transistor radio that I used to sleep next to.

If you cast away one cross, you will certainly find another, and perhaps a heavier.