“I want to try and do as much as I can as an actor. So far I think I’ve done pretty well with being a minister’s son. And now I know I’m pretty darn good at playing a woman too.”

It was tough trying to figure out how to put on all the women’s clothes.

I think most people, even if they say they hate horror movies, there’s that feeling you get inside that you love.

I did. I did see Bigfoot when I was a kid and I still believe it to this day. I saw a big furry man outside my window. It’s not funny! It was real.

Helen Mirren is like the sexiest woman on the planet to me. She is. Just the way she goes about everything.

I grew up in Dallas, with cowboys. I was the only guy in sixth grade with long hair and an earring. Let’s just say I got a lot of, er, flak for being different.

I mean, I love it. I love to have the hairs on the back of my neck stand up or get that chill up my spine.

In most horror films, you don’t really get to understand why this character is the way he is.

My mother told me, ‘Son, nobody else but God knows.’ And that’s what I’m about – reaching out to the people, crying with them, giving them hope.

My ultimate goal is my son, and a lot of other kids, to not have to grow up the way I grew up. I just give them a different outlook on something.

I listen to my mother, and that keeps me out of trouble. I’m a good son.

I’m Ric Flair! The Stylin’, profilin’, limousine riding, jet flying, kiss-stealing, wheelin’ n’ dealin’ son of a gun!

Death is so important that God visited death upon his own son, thereby helping us learn right from wrong well enough that we may escape death forever and live eternally in God’s grace.

The crowd one day cried, “Crucify him,” and the whole world united to murder the Son of God, because in their ignorance they knew Him not.

Baseball, more than any other sport, has a magical way of connecting fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, grandparents and grandchildren and ancestors back down the line. – From The Brooklyn Nine

Sons never escape from the shadows of their fathers. Nor do daughters of their mothers. No one ever comes into his own…Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No person is free.