I think about being married again, having a home and a wife. No one can ever be married too many times, and maybe if I keep trying I'll get it right one day.

If I thought about it, I could be bitter, but I don't feel like being bitter. Being bitter makes you immobile, and there's too much that I still want to do.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

The black groups that boycott certain films would do better to get the money together to make the films they want to see, or stay in church and leave us to our work.

I had to stop drinkin, cuz I got tired of waking up in my car driving ninety.

In March I had a minor heart attack while I was vacationing in Australia. it scared me, but it was nothing compared to what someone had in store for me down the road.

No, I'm not dying, and I sure... ain't dead.