We were all wearing FEMA shirts. I struck up a conversation with one of the marshals, and halfway through the 40-second conversation, he stopped me and said, 'Get rid of the T-shirt. You will die with that T-shirt on.' There were 50 shirts coming off.

I would never have believed it unless I saw it. The devastation just goes on for miles and miles and miles. I mean, it just goes on forever.

At one point, we had a father and two sons on a porch, and they were having a barbecue, and they told us a story about how they were trapped in their house for four days with water up to their necks.

We were looking around for the president, but he wasn't there.

Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in writing, provided a man would talk to make himself understood.

I did bless him at the end of our conversation. I said to him, 'Do you want the forgiveness of God?' He said, 'Yes.' I said, 'You have to ask for it.' I gave him absolution and said, 'Now go to the court and tell them everything that you've told me.' And that is exactly what he did. He made a public declaration of everything he said to me,