There's no future in our past. Just experience. We want to return to it, but we don't want to close the door on it either.

Me? I see an old, broke-ass black guy taking care of a bunch of kids, living life, taking them to school, and all that stuff, who's asking himself: What the hell is this? But I wouldn't give it up for the world because I love my wife. I never expected to have a life like this. No chaos... no confusion... no lawsuits... no violence... no going to jail.

My power is discombobulatingly devastating. It's ludricrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

I'm not Mother Teresa, but I'm not Charles Manson, either.

I like horror movies. Nightmare on Elm Street is my favourite. I even get scared a little bit watching horror.

I'm many things: I'm a convicted rapist, I'm a hell-raiser, I'm a father, a loving father. I'm a semi-good husband...I'm pretty much a tyrant-titan.

One of my friends once saw another guy's (criminal) record and said, 'Look, this guy is a born troublemaker, just a loser.' I had to tell him, 'No, that's my record - and it doesn't include my juvenile history.'