I come here to eat sometimes, and everything is nice and clean and beautiful. I want everything looking good for other people.

When I swing with no ball, it doesn't hurt. But when I swing at a ball, it hurts.

The good thing is, through this guy's drug habit, finally the family of the victim up in Fort Worth is going to get some closure on this.

Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.

I did not know it then, but Frida had already become the most important fact in my life. And would continue to be, up to the moment she died, 27 years later.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.