My father – who I know is up there right now, with a big pot of gumbo, he’s got a lemon meringue pie, he’s probably in his underwear, and he’s got a cold can of Miller Lite – and he’s dancing.

I think it's because we're looking for the meaning. Where is the meaning? We have mindless jobs, we take frantic vacations, deficit finance trips to the mall to buy more things that we think are going to fill these holes in our lives. Is it any wonder that we've lost our sense of direction?

I always wanted to be a father and thought it would be great, but it just took the right woman and the right time to make it all happen.

I've never been a jealous person, and I've never felt built up by someone else's failure - that's a cheap thrill.

I am vain. I think vanity is a good thing. It's done more good things for me than it has not.

The law says you cannot touch, but I see a lot of lawbreakers up in this house.

Call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven.