I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.

Christmas is telling time-wondering time. Wonder enough about it, and you'll know, and you'll tell about it.

If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.

We were so far back in the woods, they almost had to pipe in sunlight.

When my time comes, just skin me and put me up there on Trigger, just as though nothing had ever changed.

I always feel a responsibility to the kids, to be somebody they could look up to.

I did pretty good for a guy who never finished high school and used to yodel at square dances.