My son was diagnosed with autism. He's OK, he makes eye contact, but he doesn't talk. He needs eight hours a day of very intensive school, and you wouldn't even believe me if I told you how much it costs.

I'm supposed to make people cry, but not by manipulating.

I've never known of Wal-Mart to be a good neighbor in any town it's ever moved into.

I ain't ever satisfied.

Me, I'm spiritually retarded, I need to be knee deep in water with a fly rod in my hands, that's about as close to God as I get.

New Orleans is a unique environment.

People can try to make me into anything they want, but I think they're really throwing around language but saying the same thing.