“When you give, it comes back to you.”

God is on my side, and that’s all I need. I get up in the morning.

Obama’s not Jesus. He can’t walk on water.

Visiting the hospital, visiting the kids with cancer, visiting the adults, and stuff like that. That’s what I do.

When I was nine years old, living on the south side of Chicago, my father was a minister and my mother used to scrub floors.

I am a tough guy.

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.

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

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.

If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago.

I had reached a point in my career in which I was ready to try something new in my writing, and the idea of a novel has always been in the back of my mind.

In the back of my mind, I can never forget this could be gone tomorrow – and at this point I think the odds are against me…

However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some ‘Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.’

Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.

It’s a privilege to be in a position to give back, and one that I take pretty seriously because I know what it’s like… to be less fortunate, to be less privileged.

I was young and dumb back in the ’90s, but I had a lot of fun.

I remember my first test in F1. After five laps, I came back to the pits and tried to play it cool – ‘Oh yeah, I’m fine, I’m on top of this’ – but I was completely lost.