“Marijuana is like Coors beer. If you could buy the damn stuff at a Georgia filling station, youd decide you wouldnt want it.”

I think I may have created a monster with my – I won’t say act – but with my redneck pose.

My mother went into the Peace Corps when she was sixty-eight.

I do not deny I brought most of my notoriety on myself, nor do I apologize for it.

Paintings are like a beer, only beer tastes good and it’s hard to stop drinking beer.

A redneck’s one that rides around in a truck and drinks beer and throws ’em out the window.

Well, a good ole boy is somebody that rides around in a pick-up truck – which I do – and drinks beer and puts ’em in a litter bag.

Beer is not a good cocktail-party drink, especially in a home where you don’t know where the bathroom is.

Sometimes even lawyers need lawyers.

I always said what I thought and I didn’t hold anything back.

The people are immensely likable- cheerful, extrovert, quick-witted, and unfailingly obliging. Their cities are safe and clean and nearly always built on water. They have a society that is prosperous, well ordered, and instinctively egalitarian.

I really liked Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls and a couple of others, but with these kinds of movies the best part is the ‘talking about it over a beer afterwards’ bit – and once is kind of enough.

The food is excellent. The beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

So, if people didn’t settle down to take up farming, why then did they embark on this entirely new way of living? We have no idea – or actually, we have lots of ideas, but we don’t know if any of them are right.

She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride.

You can find examples of how little we value ourselves everywhere you look. The signs on the front of the convenience stores where Stephen lives in Florida tell the story. Beer, ice, bread and milk are the big come-ons.

Edward Abbey said you must brew your own beer; kick in you Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.

When I get a chance to play golf or go on a boat with good people, take the boat out and put some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars – that’s heaven here on earth.