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

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

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

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.

Some times I need to apologize, sometimes I need to admit that I ain’t right, sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello, sometimes I still feel I’m walking alone.

I would admit Im an introvert. I dont know why introverts have to apologize.

I’m going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I’m going home right now.

I didn’t have anything to apologize for.

Never go back, never apologize, and never forget we’re half the human race.