I hope we have a whole lot of healthy men out there impacting their wives and daughters with a sense of value and dignity. They can have a huge impact. It takes a secure man to breed that sense of security in his family.

I've never known more Jesus-serving, Jesus-loving, people-loving, people-serving folks on earth than right here in my hometown of Houston, Texas.

Any of us in the public eye must remember: Never, ever believe your own press, and pray to develop a hypersensitive gag reflex regarding your own importance.

I don't write for the money. I write because something in me is constantly compelled.

When my father finished his Ph.D., my mother went back for another bachelor's degree, this time in environmental science.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

I try and spend a lot of time with my kids. I try and have fun with my kids. I try to put father time in there.

Remember the Y2K bug? Ahhh, those were the days... I'll never forget that New Year's Eve. My wife and I were in Golden Bay dancing with her parents to Abba songs when suddenly, the rain began to fall. I took it as a sign from Mother Nature that everything was gonna be okay. Sure enough, the clock struck 12, and life went on as normal.