“That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up.”

Life is beautiful. It’s about giving. It’s about family.

If you can visualize it, if you can dream it, there’s some way to do it.

You don’t build it for yourself. You know what the people want and you build it for them.

That’s what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.

Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.

The difference in winning & losing is most often, not quitting.

Whatever we accomplish belongs to our entire group, a tribute to our combined effort.

The wonders of nature are endless.

I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.

I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.

Believe in your dreams, no matter how impossible they seem.

Of all of our inventions for mass communication, pictures still speak the most universally understood language.

Whatever you do, do it well. Do it so well that when people see you do it they will want to come back and see you do it again and they will want to bring others and show them how well you do what you do.

After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

A man should never neglect his family for business.

Never get bored or cynical. Yesterday is a thing of the past.

I’m just inspired by life and, growing up, I listened to all types of different sounds, genres, and areas of music.

Now I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child – What do you want to be when you grow up? As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end.

I grew up listening to a lot of 2Pac and a lot of East Coast, West Coast rap; Bad Boy, Lil Kim, Foxy Brown, Biggie, 2Pac. Super hip-hop, super listening to that raw era of music.

I wish I could be more carefree. I grew up fast.

Growing up with a house full of women and seeing them look good no matter what they put on every morning just inspired me to look good myself.

Not a lot of people see that when you’re growing up. You don’t get to see that people really have to work hard to become as good as they are.

There’s something different about growing up black and Muslim, especially in New Jersey. It’s like when I left the mosque and I left my dad, I felt unprotected, but I also felt a weird sense of pride, like I was involved in this other way of living that was cool to me.

I was’nt always black. There was this freckel that just grew and grew.