I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!'

Ladies, if you want to know the way to my heart... good spelling and good grammar, good punctuation, capitalize only where you are supposed to capitalize, it's done.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.

Have you ever loved somebody, loved her completely, but had to end the relationship for life reasons?

I'm the only person I know who's got a bunch of money.

I wanted to be a blues guitar player. And a singer. And a songwriter. Not a shock jock.

There's a real self-serving element to hip-hop that threatens its life span.