What would surprise a lot of people about me... I'm a gardener! I have a green thumb. I really like to get into the shrubs, the bushes, and really cultivate.

I could never say I'm going to do bigger and better things because that would negate what I've already accomplished, and I don't want to do that.

If someone grabbed me, I'd probably be able to choke them out in about eight seconds.

Believe it or not, I don't own a TV. Crazy huh? I'm not a big movie-goer either. I just feel like I'm watching work. I am always outside and couldn't care less about what's on TV these days.

There was no theater program or anything where I'm from. So junior year in high school I started the theater program.

I don't think an actor's job is to be recognized. I think an actor's job is to facilitate the writing in a way that changes the way people think. No other business does that.

I am always outside and couldn't care less about what's on TV these days.

I have a hands-off policy when it comes to my larynx.

There's not much out there that people are fighting for that leaves them with nothing but honor.

Do you want to see a mother and son antagonistically attack each other every single episode for five years? I don't think so.

My mom raised us three boys by herself on welfare. It's not worse than anybody else's life.

When people keep telling you that you can’t do a thing, you kind of like to try it.

Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end.

Nothing's ever all bad if you think hard enough about it.

And remember that the danger which is most to be feared is never the danger we are most afraid of.

I need to be able to rock out.

Mass communication can aid in personal evangelism and the development of Christians, but it cannot be a substitute for the world seeing the truth lived through us.

Human it is to have compassion on the unhappy.

Who has spoken and it came to pass, unless the Lord has commanded it? Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that good and bad come?

I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.

I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.