It was peace. Peace is when you would shake the hands of the people around you. And you knew peace was coming because the priest would say it five times rapid fire. He'd go, “My peace I leave, my peace I give to you. While we ate Reese's Pieces with the Lord. And I have a piece of lint in my peaceful eye"!

You must accept responsibility for your actions. This doesn't include reactions, interactions or transactions if you're thinkin' loophole.

Teach your kids to make deplorable choices and hopefully they'll rebel and make the right ones.

I won't take no for a question.

It's the worst feeling when you come home alone late at night and think the stranger sitting on your couch is a pile of clothes.

I feel like the gods have certainly patted me on the head.

Some people have constipation of the brain but their mouth has the runs.