There's death and there's loss, but there's also celebrations, right?

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

There's never an easy loss, but I thought we started the game like we wanted to start. Unfortunately a couple of plays cost us the game. Buffalo is very confident right now and they take advantage of basically every one of their chances.

I’ve always hated it when authors seem to find joy
In killing my favorite characters.
With gleaming eyes they toy
With turmoil in every chapter.

Just when they’ve got you attached
To the character’s quirks and flaws
To their words and their demons
Just when you’ve fallen in love
With the character’s identity—
With a cruel turn of the lip
The author smirks and kills them off
And at our gasped pleas, merely scoffs.

But the author was God
And my favorite character was you
And I still can’t believe
You’re gone.

I don't have a gardener, because I enjoy pulling weeds. It's hard to explain, but there is something fulfilling about pulling out a weed and knowing that you got all the roots.

I haven't ever had so many women come up to me and tell me that I made them cry. And they're smiling about it, which is kind of an odd thing. Usually it's not a good thing.