Like any good shaman, professional baseball player, or politician, my mother always answered questions with questions.

If you care about something enough, it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad. Arnold, get mad.

I used to sleep with my books in piles all over my bed and sometimes they were the only thing keeping me warm and always the only thing keeping me alive. Books are the best and worst defense.

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

In the middle of a crazy and drunk life, you have to hang onto the good and sober moments tightly.

I had the feeling I was going to be successful, and I didn't want to be another disappointing Indian.

Summer coming like a car from down the highway.