“Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.

All the Bond films had their good points.

Every major religion today is a winner in the Darwinian struggle waged among cultures, and none ever flourished by tolerating its rivals.

The two things in the world we all share in this world are laughter and pain. We’ve all got problems. The levels of those problems vary, but we’ve all got problems.

Scotland should be nothing less than equal with all the other nations of the world.

Only 4 percent of all the companies owned in Scotland have their head offices in Scotland.

People who win go outside of that box. It’s very simple when you look at it.

We all tend to be in the same circles – people like my Wu-Tang brothers, or Black Thought from The Roots.

All that stuff about heavy metal and hard rock, I don’t subscribe to any of that. It’s all just music.