I wear black for those who never read or listen to the words that Jesus said, about the road to happiness, through love and charity.

The hardest thing for me in Vietnam wasn't seeing the wounded and dead. It was watching the big transport jets come in, bringing loads of fresh new boys for the war.

I am not a Christian artist, I am an artist who is a Christian.

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.

There is a spiritual side to me that goes real deep, but I confess right up front that I'm the biggest sinner of them all.

I'm very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television.

Those that have lived longer than us always have something to teach us, that we can take with us for the rest of our lives.