I never saw my mother happy with me and proud of me for doing something: She only knew me as being a wild kid running the streets, coming home with new clothes that she knew I didn't pay for. I never got a chance to talk to her or know about her. Professionally, it has no effect, but it's crushing emotionally and personally.

My life's not tragic at all. How many guys do you know who are bankrupt and just bought a $3 million house and are getting ready to get $6 million more?

Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.

I'm just trying to change my life because I'm not above killing any drug dealer for money.

I don't want anyone to have to interview me. I wish I didn't have to talk too much about myself.

People love you when you're successful, but if you're not, who really cares about you?

If my children will live a better life than I did by my getting brain damage, by my being brain dead, then let it be.