“I hold the door for the ladies – I’m a gent.”

To have a comeback, you have to have a setback.

If you look at my job, my union card, it says ‘actor.’ It don’t say nothing about celebrity, movie star, nothing like that, and that’s one thing that keeps me humble.

Gold was a gift to Jesus. If it’s good enough for Jesus, it’s good enough for me!

If people are cool, then they are not stressed. I pity the fool that don’t be cool.

I used to tell her some man gave me $10 to sweep out the yard. I was like Robin Hood. I took from the rich and gave to the poor. Me.

When I’m in the house of God, I don’t wear my jewelry, if you’re looking for my jewelry. All you see is my heart of gold.

And I say that to send a message to all the young thugs out there; that it’s nothing to be ashamed of to say you love your mother.

Back in the day, I would wear up to 45 pounds of gold. It would take me four hours to get dressed!

I have the Midas touch, in the way that when I hook up with a project, I feel, not speaking cocky or conceited, but there’s a confidence I have.

If you get knocked down – setbacks in life, like applying for a job if they don’t hire you – keep trying, keep getting up, keep doing it.

In high school, I majored in brick masonry.

You pity the fool because you don’t want to beat up a fool! You know, pity is between sorry and mercy. See, if you pity him, you know, you won’t have to beat him up. So that’s why I say fools, you gotta give another chance because they don’t know no better. That’s why I pity them!

I knew I wasn’t going to be a rocket scientist – let’s not be fools – but I wasn’t going to be a bum.

Basically, I wear sandals, like Jesus. When it gets cold in Chicago, the snow way up to my knees, I still wear my sandals. But that’s me.

Reading is the key to knowledge. Knowledge is the key to understanding. So read on, young man! Read on, young lady!

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

I held the snake at VMA’s one time and decided to go ahead 20 years later and become the motherfucking snake myself.

Holding you feels like seeing the stars for the first time. – Completeness

The way he holds the night sky in his eyes is the reason* why I love stars so much. -Astrophile in Love.

To be held safe in our vulnerabilities -isn’t that what we should call love?

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.

I just want to be held is that too much to ask?

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Hold my hand. I promise never to let go of yours.