Cus was my father but he was more than a father. You can have a father and what does it mean?—it doesn't really mean anything. Cus was my backbone . . . . He did everything for my best interest . . . . We'd spend all our time together, talk about things that, later on, would come back to me. Like about character, and courage. Like the hero and the coward: that the hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

Nietzsche's my favorite. He's just insane.

I'm a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.

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

The mind is a real dangerous neighborhood to travel by ourselves.

Every punch was thrown with bad intentions.