I don't want to be grotesque, but when you're 330 pounds, it's hard to wipe your a-. You know?

You have to have a bunch of dimensions [of yourself]. You have to be able to adapt in this world. You can't be a nice guy living in a world of savages.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

That equals to being a fool, having fame and no fortune. A lot of guys out there have fame doing this and doing that, but they are broke.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.

I'm here to serve God and be of service. I'm nothing; everything out here is a lot bigger than me.

I just want to be humble at all times.