“Create havoc, create destruction.”

To hang out in a gay bar or put on a sequined halter top makes me feel like a total person.

I don’t want to be bulky and stiff.

The only time I’d played organized basketball was my sophomore year in high school, when I barely made the junior varsity team.

I spent my whole childhood looking for an escape.

I wear women’s leggings under my clothes, but no lingerie.

If you’re going to have sex, use a condom.

I understand what rappers are talking about. I think rap is less about educating people about the black community and more about making money.

Keeping us safe is really not my job; it’s the black guy’s [Obama’s] job. But I’ll tell you this: If I don’t finish in the top three for the next Nobel Peace Prize, something’s seriously wrong.

I’m trying to find new ways to make this game more attractive.

If I die young, everybody’s going to say they saw it coming.

People are threatened by me. Rich white, rich blacks, it doesn’t matter.

Karl Malone’s too high-class for a bum like me.

Music soothes my savage beast. I got a beast in me running wild.

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

There’s one thing everyone should understand: I like my character.

Wilt Chamberlain lied when he said he had 20,000 women.

The result is – document destruction – we’re really not going to be able to prove beyond a truth the negatives and some of the positive conclusions that we’re going to come to.

Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.

Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.

People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.

We can never know, for the good reason that writing is the destruction of every voice, every origin. Writing is that neuter, that composite, that obliquity into which our subject flees, the black-and-white where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.

Suicide is not an answer, it’s destruction.

Love is a flame that burns everything other than itself. It is the destruction of all that is false and the fulfillment of all that is true.

For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.