I go out into America, and I am literally navigating a minefield. Godliness has become abnormal.

We killed our own hogs, we killed our own beef, we raised our own vegetables, which Mama canned. We did live off the land.

I'm always just carrying a Tupperware cup, ever since my mom went to a Tupperware party and got 'em. I've left them strewn all over the U.S. and Europe. I drink iced tea out of them.

People don't realize where unsweet tea came from. During the war they had to ration sugar, so then everybody just had to drink bitter tea, or unsweet.

I sting like a butterfly and punch like a flea.

A beaver is about like the ninjas the suckers only work at night and they're hard to find.

I am the MacGyver of cooking. If you bring me a piece of bread, cabbage, coconut, mustard greens, pigs feet, pine cones...and a woodpecker, I'll make you a good chicken pot pie.