People in this country haven't stopped hating fat people, but they've become more kind to me, since in our culture, even though we hate our fat people, we love our celebrities even more.

Instead of hating, I have chosen to forgive and spend all of my positive energy on changing the world.

It's okay to be a fat man. It's prestige and power and all of that. But fat women are seen as just lazy and stupid and having no self-control.

The universe is like a pension plan. It will match your investment.

I placed over a thousand deaf people in jobs throughout my career working for the deaf.

So instead of beating myself up for being fat, I think it's a miracle that I laugh every day and walk through my life with pride, because our culture is unrelenting when it comes to large people.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.

I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.

Handsome, thin, sophisticated men often fall madly in love with larger women, we just never see it on TV.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

You can either destroy your spirit or you can accept and love yourself just the way you are.

Only a generation of readers will span a generation of writers.

Cycling, cycling forever bear, wolf, caribou.When had it all started, where will it end?We are all part of one, from such simple beginnings and yet all so different.Yet one.One and again.

This gathering is what I call "intimate " which really means "Where is everybody?"

There is nothing more common than to find considerations of supply affecting the strategic lines of a campaign and a war.

He who rules must fully humor as much as he commands.

You have the power. You are the magic wand.

Make no display of your talents or attainments; for every one will clearly see, admire, and acknowledge them, so long as you cover them with the beautiful veil of modesty

In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.

They say that if the Swiss had designed these mountains they'd be rather flatter.

There's plenty of room at the bottom.