There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees and a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze. He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees and he's dealing in a game that he can't win.

People say, "Well, we're all just going to die and go to heaven anyway, or Jesus is going to come back" or something. I don't feel like God wants us just to lay down and die just because that's going to happen. I think we should keep trying.

I have people talking about, "Boy, I hate to go to work." I love to go to work!

I don't know where the time went. I sure have enjoyed it.

I'm not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

The word 'retirement' is not in my vocabulary right now.

I couldn't care less about politically correct.