“I know about two things: ‘Rocky III’ and Clubber Lang, and ‘A-Team’ and B.A. Baracus. That’s who I am!”

My momma didn’t clean up floors so I could be a thug… so I could wear my pants down.

I said I would never wear my gold again because it would be insensitive and disrespectful to all the people who died and lost everything in Katrina.

If you gonna wear the mohawk, you stick with it. You don’t just be dibby-dabbing. You make up your mind.

You’ll never have any trouble with Mr. T, I’m just a big, calm teddy bear kind of guy. Mr. T ain’t ashamed to cry.

I try to work out my mind more these days. I try to eat right. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, and I take the skin off chicken. But I’m not on no special diet. I like my steak and potatoes, ice cream, doughnuts.

Whatever role I play is a positive role; it’s a strong role. Never negative.

To be a bodyguard is to be a kamikaze pilot. Dedicated.

I was being trained because I wanted to be a preacher like my father. I wanted to talk about Moses; I wanted to talk about God.

I’ve turned those steel chains into gold to symbolize the fact that I’m still a slave, only my price tag is higher.

I always was a Christian… whatsoever a man thinks in his heart is who he is.

I take a lot of pride in the work I do, because people pay to see me. They’ve got to get babysitters, park their car, get popcorn and candy. I’ve got to be conscious of that.

I’m a bold Christian, not a scaredy-cat Christian.

Left ear, I wear four earrings. The four is symbolic of the four seasons, spring, winter, summer and fall, the four directions, north, east, south and west, the four gospel writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

When you give, it comes back to you.

My faith was tested like Job. That’s the message I try to tell other people: just because you believe in God, serve God, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, people gotta realize, it don’t mean things not gonna happen to you.

I’m not the same man I used to be, I’m not out hell-raising, stuff like that. I am a changed man.

The Fascist accepts life and loves it, knowing nothing of and despising suicide; he rather conceives of life as duty and struggle and conquest.

But don’t blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she’s still experimenting.

As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

Sit and do nothing. Every once in a while a golden fish swims by and lays her golden eggs. You’ll know.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

Of religion I know nothing — at least, in its favor.

Did they look like anyone we know? For example a cross between pippi longstocking and the wicked witch of the west would obviously give us marcie millar

if you’d ever had a grown-up daughter you’d know that by comparison a bucking steer is easy to manage. And as to knowing what goes on inside her – well, it’s much better to pretend you’re the simple, innocent old fool she almost certainly takes you for.