Only the Lord could have fashioned Eva and I getting together. Because no man could have arranged that.

We've been on a honeymoon for more than a year here in Las Vegas and we haven't got pregnant yet. We're trying, but we haven't picked a school district yet. That's an old joke. I told you, this is a physical marriage.

There wasn't a day that would go by that we didn't have a serious conversation, but not in this marriage. The only question I have now is 'Honey, will you please eat?' Eva is trying to lose weight.

I feel connected to that idea of wanting to belong to something, to have a sense of purpose as a man on the planet.

Only mediocrity of enjoyment is allowed to man

Women are frightening. If you get to 41 as a man, you're quite battle-scarred.