I love myself. Anything that has my name I'm tickled to death.

All of America right now is having a love affair with real estate.

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

Anything that's feathery-looking, I love.

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

I'm just an entertainer, man. I don't like to pigeonhole myself to anything. I love to do it all.