“Put your trust in the Lord….your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.”

As a matter of fact, I decided in high school that I was going to go to the seminary. And I did study with the Paulist Fathers for two years after high school in full anticipation of becoming a priest.

I’m not a big comic fan and I’m not a big fan of comic movies.

I was a grunt, walking around in the jungle of Vietnam, trying not to find the enemy. Because I am so big, they were going to give me either a heavy radio or a huge machine gun to carry. I carried a radio.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

I just want everyone to know I’m suing Ruben Studdard. He had his hand on my ass and he wouldn’t let go.

Real sacrifice. Real disappointment. Real failure. And it requires the ability to scrape your sorry ass up off the floor, stumble to your feet.

I’m my own boss and my boss is a total ass.

To work in architecture you are so much involved with society, with politics, with bureaucrats. It’s a very complicated process to do large projects.

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 fight, knock them out, have some sex and Monday I’m back to hitting bags and kicking ass.