fashion has always been a little slow in accommodating large women. ... We're not asking for philanthropy here. Wake up, we're fat, we like nice clothes, and we've got cash.

Instead of hating, I have chosen to forgive and spend all of my positive energy on changing the world.

It's okay to be a fat man. It's prestige and power and all of that. But fat women are seen as just lazy and stupid and having no self-control.

The universe is like a pension plan. It will match your investment.

I placed over a thousand deaf people in jobs throughout my career working for the deaf.

So instead of beating myself up for being fat, I think it's a miracle that I laugh every day and walk through my life with pride, because our culture is unrelenting when it comes to large people.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.

People in this country haven't stopped hating fat people, but they've become more kind to me, since in our culture, even though we hate our fat people, we love our celebrities even more.

I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.

Handsome, thin, sophisticated men often fall madly in love with larger women, we just never see it on TV.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.

A broke man’s lover doesn’t feel ‘loved’ on her Birthday, Christmas, and, on Valentine’s Day.

Unappreciated because too many of his [Rudyard Kipling's] peers were socialists.

The learning and knowledge that we have, is, at the most, but little compared with that of which we are ignorant.

I've been to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It's a tower, and it's leaning. You look at it, but nothing happens, so then you look for someplace to get a sandwich.

I believe we are capable of great things.

George W. Bush doesn't care about black people.

Priorities lead to prosperity.

From '45, the moment Franklin Roosevelt dies, we're running ratlines with the Germans, helping Nazis escape.

Man, in his sensitivity, does not give names to animals he intends to eat but goes on giving names to children he intends to send to war.