There's a lot of other [than Donald Trump] people that say things you may call insulting, but no one seems to care about that.

This is the sheriff you’re talking about, with a gun and badge that enforces the law. Nothing is going to stop me from cracking down on illegal immigration as long as the laws are there.

Maybe today you could have shot anybody and get away with it. So there's many times, I could have killed people. Legally, I could have killed many people, especially working undercover.

I'm an equal-opportunity law-enforcement guy - I lock everybody up.

If you come across illegal aliens committing crimes, other crimes, you deport them.

I am the constitutionally and legitimately elected sheriff, and I absolutely refuse to surrender my responsibility to the federal government.

Everything I did in the jails - chain gangs, everything - I haven't changed the policy. I did it, I stand by it, and I'm not going to change.

We learn by our problems. We correct our deficiencies if there are any.

I don't use e-mail or u-mail or whatever it's called.

Some people call me a publicity hound.

I get a lot of calls from families and people who have served time and they say, 'Thank you, Sheriff. I hate the tents.' That's music to my ears.

Inner renewal begins with repent heart.

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Hey, you know who I feel bad for? Arab-Americans who truly want to get into crop dusting.

If you are showing love to your fellow human beings, you are showing love to your God.

There is no need to make spirituality a part of education. If you make education non-imposing and non-suppressive, people are naturally spiritual.

This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

You just have to belong. Long to be.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.

All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.