Sometimes I wonder if there is something about my family which invites violence. 'Is it envy,' you ask? I don't know... I've had so much, a son as president, two as senators, a son-in-law who's an ambassador... perhaps God doesn't permit that much.

Something is wrong with America. I wonder sometimes what people are thinking about or if they're thinking at all.

Don't you sit and wonder why a word is spoken? Don't you sit and ask why something is that way? Don't you sit and wonder what it is that makes you wonder? We all do at some point, but know before you ask, that there is no answer. Know before you ask, that you will try, regardless what I say. Know before you ask, that your eyes look for answers, no matter how hard to get. Know before you ask, that you'll wonder why I say this.

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here.

Sometimes you ask God for something and you don't know what you're asking.

If there's anything I'd hate as a son-in-law, it's an actor; and if there's anything I think I'd hate worse than an actor as a son-in-law, it's an English actor.