When his mother asks him to do something, he usually does it.

My mother only worked, and when she retired, she had a nervous breakdown.

He would have been busting out of his shirt. I hope he still is.

You don't know how I feel when I see him smiling like that. To see him smiling again without it being crooked. He would smile and only half of it would work, and you knew he wasn't really smiling because he was still wondering whether he'd ever play again.

They were offensive, hateful letters from someone who is very sick.

I wish we could alert drivers not to throw their cigarettes out the window. They take more time to pick up than anything else.