Oh, man, if in real life I was as cool and suave as Coach Taylor and had all the answers, things would be easier.

Opportunity does not knock, it presents itself when you beat down the door.

What, am I supposed to run around in a little red cape and save the world?

I really love to ride my motorcycle. When I want to just get away and be by myself and clear my head, that's what I do.

What I do is not rocket science, but I sure do love it.

I grew up in Chicago, so I've always been a Bears fan.

I also played two years of high school football but I wasn't very, how shall I say it, talented.

We ended up moving out to Texas. We live outside of Austin. We've got a couple horses, we've got three miniature donkeys, we've got four dogs. Miniature donkeys are very warm, loving animals.

It's much more enjoyable being an actor.

I do like to cook; I'm sort of a mad scientist in the kitchen.

My daughter loves horses. My other daughter loves soccer.

The eighth gift is Imagination. May it nourish your visions and dreams.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

Any industrial product that comes in per capita quanta beyond a given intensity exercises a radical monopoly over the satisfaction of a need.

Children need the wisdom of their elders; the aging need the encouragement of a child's exuberance.

The brain and the eye may have a contractual relationship in which the brain has agreed to believe what the eye sees, but in return the eye has agreed to look for what the brain wants.

Truth becomes untruth if uttered by your enemy

That's always an interesting concept when you try to make your dream into a reality and you come up against the facts of exactly what it is you're attempting to do.

We host some trips all over the world. We go to Alaska. We go to Mexico. We're going to Venezuela in December. We've been to Russia, all in conjunction with the radio show.

No, this is throwing up like coming off the tilt-a-whirl at age seven, like discovering that dead rat under the porch, like finding out someone you loved never loved you at all.

I'm not sure what kept me from the mainstream. I thought it was because I was too hard to pin down genre-wise.