I am committed like the hog, ... The hog supplied the bacon, you know.

I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.

I'm healthy as a hog. She's healthy as a hog, too.

Politics was an natural as breathing to us.

This act of God has brought us to reality so there's no measure anymore for anybody's political philosophy,

It smelled like heaven, like love, like home and family and Sunday mornings at her grandparents' house. It smelled like...Bacon.