There was nothing wrong with shouting at God.

Smell that? You smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.

Very often some of the religious miracle plays you see on television can be very corny, I find. And so simplistic.

Around my own friends, I like to mess around.

You get below the Mason-Dixon line and you have some of the best music, culture, the two races, the literature, and it's so rich.

High Noon is a pretty corny movie.