Some information I just keep to myself.

I think that the only way that you really keep it a secret is by not telling anyone.

I hate pants. This is something I have inherited from my father. He despised pants, and my mother was never allowed to wear them at home. We're talking about a different time period now, when the man was much more the ruler of the house. But I still feel that way, and neither my mother nor Maria is allowed to go out with me in pants.

You have to think outside the box.

Men shouldn't feel like fags just because they want to have nice-looking bodies.

It's time to stop thinking of the Republican Party as an exclusive club where your ideological card is checked at the door, and start thinking about how we can attract more solution-based leaders like Nathan Fletcher and Anthony Adams.

It's as satisfying to me as, uh, coming is, you know? As, ah, having sex with a woman and coming.