I will say this: one of the things that is a pain when you're expecting children is how much advice unsolicited people give you when you're not asking for it.

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.

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.

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'm a football fan, a sports fan, a fan of competition.

Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

Man shall not live by bread alone.