“There’s nineteen men livin’ in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain’t no doggone good.”

I don’t feel like it’s a wasted vote because I think it encourages more people like that to run. I vote for the candidates that aren’t bought and paid for like the Clintons.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

It’s a long old road, but I know I’m gonna find the end.

I ain’t good-lookin’, but I’m somebody’s angel child.

I don’t want no drummer. I set the tempo.

I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.

No matter how large a horse’s ass you are, to stay by your side until death. A fool could tell you this is a bad deal.

I think that there are points where you become so close to an actor,

If you are prepared to make a fool of yourself for them then you usually get that back.

There was a time when a fool and his money were soon parted, but now it happens to everybody.

Jamie’s gonna go take a break now, and i am going to continue the on-going process of making a fool of myself and go ahead and try it myself.

Don’t work for fools. It’s not worth it.

I’m a realist. And realists don’t fool themselves.

We use words as tools. We forget that words are a repository of the spirit. The tragedy of our times is that the vessels of the spirit are broken.