I think there's something about the homemade birthday cake, because my wife, on my daughter's first birthday, started the tradition where she takes a full cake and cuts the number birthday out of it.

When youre young, the blue blazer feels like a grown-up costume.

Sometimes @BrookeShields rolls into your party dressed as a Christmas tree, carrying a bucket of KFC. pic.twitter.com/DTtZkZY4cB

Nashville, man. That's the place to be.

I hope I pass on my dad's good humor, work ethic and lack of self-seriousness. Our house was always a fun place where you'd get knocked around quickly if you took yourself too seriously.

My dad was always fascinated and amused by Trump, so I learned to be fascinated and amused by Trump.

I'm not a huge luck guy. I think you make your own luck. I don't really believe in some other force making your own luck.

I never drink coffee, can you believe that? Works in morning television, doesn't drink coffee.

I was a big Dave Winfield guy growing up.

Guy Fieri's hair is the front lawn to hell.

Bacon. Crispy. Salty. I could just eat a mountain of bacon for breakfast; it's so delicious.

To neglect ones own ability to laugh is the greatest form of Blasphemy, for to laugh is to pray.

We have all been placed on this earth to discover our own path and we will never be happy if we live someone else's idea of life.

Separate is not equal. Civil unions are civil unions. Marriage is marriage. They're different institutions.

I find NY very inspiring, there is an amazing energy and flow of creativity in NY like nowhere else.

Oh, come on, ladies. God wouldn't have given you maracas if he didn't want you to shake 'em.

Being at one is god-like and good, but human, too human, the maniaWhich insists there is only the One, one country, one truth, and one way.

I am a Christian. That obliges me to be a Communist.

It is just as cowardly to judge an absent person as it is wicked to strike a defenseless one. Only the ignorant and narrow-minded gossip, for they speak of persons instead of things.

If someone separated the art of counting and measuring and weighing from all the other arts, what was left of each (of the others) would be, so to speak, insignificant.

Light griefs are plaintive , but great ones are dumb