Smell that? You smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
When I'm at home in Virginia, I become more hermit-like. I like my own home.
My uncle always said that I could have been a rancher.
If you don't have heroes in the beginning, you don't grow.
If you piss your pants, you can only stay warm for so long.
To this day, I still think Lonesome Dove is my best part.