I don't want anybody to understand what my depression feels like because in order to understand it you have to have been there, and I don't want anybody else to go.

If god wanted people to believe in him, why'd he invent logic then?

I don't suffer from a mental illness, I live with it.

Everybody knows pretty much everything about me. I emptied all the skeletons out of my closet a long time ago.

I lost 150 lbs. if you include my wife.

It's how you deal with failure that determines how you achieve success.

I hunt feral hogs. I try not to shoot creatures. That doesn't do anything for me. But big, nasty, smelly, bristly things with tusks that destroy everything that they touch. Yeah, I'll shoot them.