I have got to do something that makes me focus on one thing, and so I will sit and listen to music, or I will read, or I will go and make ammunition in my workshop. I have just got to keep myself busy.

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.

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

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

Hurling looks a bit like a cross between lacrosse and second degree murder.

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.

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