I don't want no handouts. I want to get it out the mud.

It is only when the hearts of the Women are in the mud, that the People are destroyed.

I was very physical as a child - we lived on a smallholding, and I was always outside making mud pies or building structures up trees.

My favorite weather pattern happens to be when it rains mud. Dust comes through. Rain on top of it. It rains mud.

You had to go to a different part of town from where I was to get Muddy Waters singles. I had him on singles.

They teach anything in universities today. You can major in mud pies.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

A lot of my background is in theatre, so when you're on location, and the wind is really blowing, it's raining, and you've got mud all over you, it really keeps you on your toes.

I have tried to lift France out of the mud. But she will return to her errors and vomitings. I cannot prevent the French from being French.

Well, what I try to do is throw as much mud on the wall as I possibly can and just see what sticks, what shines as quirky or more interesting that the others, and I try to cling onto that one, somehow join a link from there to there.

Even Woodstock turned out to be a disaster. Everybody was stuck in the mud and people got sick.

I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.

Often as a writer, you get your first draft out, and then you look and think, 'Now, what have I got here.' You're really just throwing mud at the wall and then going, 'Oh, there's a pattern there.'

If you throw stones in mud, it will only spoil your clothes.

The wussiest thing a guy can do is drive a clean truck. Dents, scratches and mud - that's manly.

I grew up in a house made out of mud.

I have become an adjective. There is something called a Rovian-style of campaigning and it's meant as an insult. One columnist said it consists mainly of throwing mud until it sticks. One prominent blogger described the elements of a textbook Rovian race as fear-based, smear-based and anything goes.

I'm a girl in boy's clothing. I like to get a little rough. I prefer mud to makeup. That's me in a nutshell.

The mud is cold when you're in the north of Scotland!

I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.