[On Tyrell Biggs' complaining to him about low blows] Low blows? Low blows? Huh! Motherfucker you're fittin' to die!

Lobbing hand grenades on the bride of Christ takes zero talent or effort. I also think this really ticks God off. My five-year-old child complains and whines when things aren't the way she wants them, but courageous men and women roll up their sleeves and get busy. I want to be an active participant in putting back together the broken pieces.

I'm a historian, and that freaks me out.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

The drug dealers, they sympathize with me. They see me as some sort of pathetic character.