It was a terrible day. I can only console myself with the fact that if it hadn't happened I wouldn't have written a book. As a result I was asked to write my autobiography.

Hillary Clinton bothers me a lot. I realized the other day that her thoughts sound a lot like Karl Marx. She hangs around a lot of Marxists. All her friends are Marxists.

When the birds realize that they are being chased away every day, they stop coming after a while. They don't want to molt here.

We open with the Northern Elite Predators facing Three Lakes at 10 a.m.. Then it's Rock Valley Day. I think that's terrific.

He was the type of guy that brought a little more sunshine into your day whether it was cloudy or sunny already. I had been thinking about his smile and his infectious laugh from reading all the articles, and they're all so true.

Most people think, when they're young, that they're going to the top of their chosen world, and that the climb up is only a formality. Without that faith, I suppose, they might never start. Somewhere on the way they lift their eyes to the summit and know they aren't going to reach it; and happiness then is looking down and enjoying the view they've got, not envying the one they haven't.