There was a time in my life when I thought I had everything - millions of dollars, mansions, cars, nice clothes, beautiful women, and every other materialistic thing you can imagine. Now I struggle for peace.

Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I'm just a booty star.

A sold-out house my first night back. Do you have any idea what kinda pressure that is? I could have been at home in my warm bed, playing Nintendo.

I can't just say the words, do a lot of one-liners. I love each person I play; I have to be that person. I have to do him true.

I'm not for integration and I'm not against it.

You don't get to be old bein' no fool.

Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I'd died. I've been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife - I've had a few so it's hard to pinpoint which one - but who knows for sure?