In high school, I weighed 175 to 180. I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was 6-foot-3, biggest thing in the class, but tall, not fat.

Thanksgiving just gets me all warm and tingly and all kinds of wonderful inside.

August depresses me a little. I don't even feel like eating. And when I don't eat, that's a sure sign of stagnation.

Never slap a man who chews tobacco.

The best cookies of all in the world are the ones my daughter Sally makes. They come out all uniform with nice little air holes.