We come to the nations pretending to escape persecution, we the most deadly persecutors in all the wretched annals of man.

The sky and the sun are always there. It's the clouds that come and go.

The butterflies in my stomach turn into vampire bats as we pull up to the school.

We're like America's little pit bull. They beat it, starve it, mistreat it, and once in a while they let it out to attack somebody.

I have to wear a new T-shirt every night. I throw them into the audience. One day I'm going to go around the world and reclaim all my T-shirts

I hate bumper stickers, you can't sum anything up. All you do is paint yourself in some caricaturist corner.

It'll all end in tears and oil.

You'll face overwhelming odds; you'll be incredibly outnumbered. Fear would be your natural inclination. But keep in mind, God is with you.

Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.

You see things really different when your father is so intimately, so indisputably in charge of your continued existence on the planet.

Women are amazing creatures-sweet, soft, gentle, and far more savage than we are.