My last fear, the fear of God, died with my faith.

If the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms insists upon a firefight, give them a firefight. Just remember, they're wearing flak jackets and you're better off shooting for the head.

My last fear, the fear of God, died with my faith.

Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey, you had better be strong.

Obviously crime pays, or there'd be no crime.

If I can go from burglar for the government to talk show host, you can go from entertainer to congressman.

The press is like the peculiar uncle you keep in the attic - just one of those unfortunate things.