a man who was, as we say in the restaurant business, one taco short of a combo platter.

Huevos up. Swing up to the window, swing back to Al B. Hall, who says, "Bless you, " and would I get him a bottle of Satan's Red-Hot Revenge for the eggs?Sure thing, Pastor.

Revenge of the Giant Grill Man.

You don't understand the power of loss when it first hits you like a baseball coming fast from an out-of-control pitcher....It's the third day after an injury when the pain really starts to throb.

You think all teenagers care about are musicians and movie stars?Spend some time in Wisconsin.We'll blow your socks off.

Every person has their own colour.

The work of art acts like another living person with whom we are conversing.

Writing and the hope of writing pulls me back from the edges of despair. I believe insanity and despair are at times one and the same.

Each generation supposes that the world was simpler for the one before it.

These younger kids - I think growing up with social media, they're just savvy.

If it doesn't fit, you must acquit.

Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.

Death shows up to remind us to live more fully.

Will you be remembered, how would you be remembered, why wouldn’t you fight for the greatest achievement ever?

I got a garage door opener. It can't close. Just open.