The best thing about being a statistician is that you get to play in everyone’s backyard.

The reason so many people never get anywhere in life is because when opportunity knocks, they are out in the backyard looking for four-leaf clovers.

There is no city or country in the world where women and girls live free of the fear of violence. No leader can claim: this is not happening in my backyard.

How many people have a family grave in the backyard? I’m sure I’ll end up there, or I’ll shrink my head and put it in a glass box in the living room. I’ll get more tourists to Graceland that way.

I readan article by a highly educated man wherein he told with what conscientious pains he had brought up all his children tobe skeptical of everything, never to believe anything in life or religion or their own feelings without submitting it to many rational doubts, to have a persistent, thoroughly skeptical, doubting attitude toward everything…. I think he might as well have taken them out in the backyard and killed them with an ax.

I was a part of Backyard Soccer, and I hear that I score a lot of goals in it.