With a houseful of kids you give each other strength.

I’m going to beat this cancer or die trying.

I love my work. I’ve had three successful series, and I want to find out if I can make a fourth.

The one thing I need to leave behind is good memories.

I’m not the kind of person who gives up without a fight.

Now I won’t have to worry about the new series making it or not.

I don’t have expectations. Expectations in your life just lead to giant disappointments.

I want people to laugh and cry, not just sit and stare at the TV.

I’ve had a good life. Enough happiness, enough success.

I believe that there is God in all of us.

I believe in God, family, truth between people, the power of love.

Life has been good to me. It’s not like I missed an awful lot. I had a pretty good lick here. Every moment gets a little more important.

I’ve fought hard and now I’m weary to the bone.

Boy, you gotta be real sick to get this much attention.

You can die of the cure before you die of the illness.

I’ve got nine kids, nine dogs, three grandkids – and one in the oven. And three parrots!

Dreaming is one thing, and working towards the dream is one thing, but working with expectations in mind is very self-defeating.

Less than 1 percent of the patients treated are alive at the end of five years.

Every script I’ve written and every series I’ve produced have expressed the things I most deeply believe.

I felt my father’s presence with me, helping me to commit to paper the feelings I had. I really heard my father speaking to me from the other dimension.

I think all of us create our own miracles.

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I think viewers are hungry for shows in which people say something meaningful.

I don’t mind dying if I have to, but I’m damned if I want to pay for the guarantee. I’m sorry.