“My mother told me, ‘Son, nobody else but God knows.’ And that’s what I’m about – reaching out to the people, crying with them, giving them hope.”

Lord, so when I speak, my words might motivate, might inspire somebody, Lord, when they see me, let them see you. When they hear me, Lord, let them hear you. In your holy name I pray.’

We all gonna die eventually from something or other, but don’t be a wimp. Put up a good fight.

I didn’t watch ‘The A-Team’ movie. I’m an artist. You can’t re-paint a Rembrandt. You can’t duplicate that; I don’t care who you get.

Guys who have to pretend to be tough, they ain’t. I’m tough.

I sent out a tweet, ‘Dancing with the Stars’ should stop the jibber jabber.

I’ve never seen myself as a star. I never call myself a celebrity or a superstar, whatever.

T stands for being nice. T stands for manners. T stands for being polite.

I was baptized by my father when I was 4 years old.

If I never make another dollar, I am proud. I did what I wanted to do.

Any man who doesn’t love his mama can’t be no friend of mine.

I’m proud to be an actor. See, as an actor, you live longer.

You might not have the things you want, but if you check carefully, you got all you need.

Rocky’ and ‘Rocky III’ were the best.

I’m a child of God first. Before I became a celebrity, I was baptized a Christian.

See, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!

They used to call me ‘Touchdown T.’ I remember in high school, we had homecoming, and I got in front of the pep rally, and I told them, ‘I’m going to run for three touchdowns.’ I ran for three touchdowns, kicked the extra point, and took myself out the game.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.

This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.

Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.