My father was a pimp before he became a deacon or something. These people know how to handle women. I'm the worst guy in the world with women. They run circles around me.

I don't want to be remembered. As long as my kids remember me, I'd rather be forgotten by everybody else.

I know I have only myself to blame for all the problems I've had in my life.

Some people try to get you out of slavery for you to be their slave.

Common sense is so very simple but very difficult to grasp.

I'm happy because - I'm not doing anything deceitful, I think, to my family. I'm successful because I don't have to sleep with one of my friends' girlfriends or wife or something. That's why I'm successful, that's success to me. I'm not dead, I'm not in the gutter - that's success to me.

I was in handcuffs. I was under arrest. I remember there was this old lady looking at me, and I could tell she felt real sorry for me, and she did'nt know but all I wanted to do was take her purse.