Work 'em hard, play 'em hard, feed 'em up to the nines and send 'em to bed so tired that they are asleep before their heads are on the pillow.

I never reprimand a boy in the evening-darkness and a troubled mind are a poor combination.

We have guys that really want to go out and play and they want to win. And they work really hard, so if we put forth our best effort I think we'll be fine.

I think that the play is doing good work. And the volunteers, not only the audience, have grown from it. Given a chance to give back, after taking for so long, it's just a wonderful healing thing.

If I take refuge in ambiguity, I can assure you that it's quite conscious.

How bout we start / with a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons / Later we can play a game of chess on the futon.