I'm addicted to perfection. Problem with my life is I was always also addicted to chaos. Perfect chaos.

Sometimes, the people we invest the most time in disappoint us the most.

Being a champion opens lots of doors—I'd like to get a real estate license, maybe sell insurance.

Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.

People tell me I'm a comedian, but I don't approach acting from that perspective. I do know that everything in life has to do with your timing and perception. You have to be comfortable with the rhythm that you're in. You can't just jump into a fast rhythm if yours is slow. You might have to pick up the pace but in your own particular way. It has to do with personality, too.

I'm a good friend, but I'm a hell of an enemy. As your enemy, I want your demise. When I feel that in my heart it burns till I die.

Without struggle, there is no progress. There has to be struggle in your life. You have to grow in experience to control your ego. Cause, you know, an ego can be crushed, it can be killed, it can be smashed, but it comes back. It never dies. That's the thing about the ego: it never dies.