The way I wrestle five-year-olds makes me think if I were ever attacked by a pack of midgets, I’d be OK.

I once got attacked by a bearskin rug, two days before it was a rug.

He thinks he’s a writer. He couldn’t write the alphabet, even if you spotted him the first 25 letters.

The United States was attacked on 9/11/12, and we know who attacked us.

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

My children were attacked by the Minnesota media when I was governor.

Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies