“Money always changes the game, when you let a dollar come between you and your friends, your cohorts.”

Tupac made the knucklehead realize that it was okay to stay home and read a book. A fool at 40, a fool forever.

Tupac gave us validity. Tupac made the kid getting beat up every day realize that it was okay to be smart.

A great many of us have confused change with progress.

In real life, I am emotionally confused, which enables me to write songs. I’m a Pisces, and they say that Pisces are very sensitive.

I’m confused. Really, really confused.

If I had one day when I didn’t have to be all confused and didn’t have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?

It represents a place women go and are left confused because they do not hear the truth about abortion and their choices.

I really get a little bit confused by all this “angry angry angry” talk when all I do is tell jokes and at least some people find it funny.

It’s difficult to overcome what you’re getting beamed into your brain by the television every day. The worthlessness of journalism today is just making the country confused and bewildered and lost.

Theism is so confused and the sentences in which “God” appears so incoherent and so incapable of verifiability or falsifiability that to speak of belief or unbelief, faith or unfaith, is logically impossible.