“We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.”

I’m no genius.

I never learn anything talking. I only learn things when I ask questions.

I’ve followed Notre Dame football since 1946, when I listened on the radio and Johnny Lujack tackled Doc Blanchard in the open field to preserve a 0-0 tie.

In the nineties, everybody wants to talk about their rights and privileges.

Everybody needs someone to love. Everybody needs something to hope for, and, of course, everybody needs someone to believe in.

Coaching is nothing more than eliminating mistakes before you get fired.

It is a fine thing to have ability, but the ability to discover ability in others is the true test.

If you made me the national commissioner of football, I’d tell you one thing that I would mandate.

When I didn’t collect, the balance came out of my profit. My average income was six dollars a week.

I don’t think there’s been anything in the game of football in my lifetime that has changed college football more than redshirting.

The key to winning is choosing to do God’s will and loving others with all you’ve got.

Sacrifice, discipline and prayer are essential. We gain strength through God’s word.

I also had to collect thirty cents a week from each customer. I owed the paper twenty cents per customer per week, and got to keep the rest.

I’m an old man, and all my life I’ve said that Notre Dame should remain independent because it’s a national school.

Motivation is simple. You eliminate those who are not motivated.

After winning, most teams become individuals; most teams become complacent.

Nothing was happening in the bedroom. I nicknamed our waterbed the Dead Sea.

A bedroom is just as nice as whoever sleeps in it with you.

Luckily, many other people tell me how they have had a particular landscape photograph of mine in their office or bedroom for 15 years and it always speaks to them strongly whenever they see it

Every actor has three versions of each scene – the one that you rehearse the night before, in your bedroom.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed.

We lived in a two-bedroom, one-bath house in St. Louis Park, Minnesota. We weren’t rich – but we felt secure.

They talked about unreasonable searches and seizures, about keeping the government out of their bedrooms.

It was just me in my bedroom. It gave me freedom and made me happy.