“People see me on the street, and they point to me, and they’re like, ‘Hey! All right, all right, all right!’”

I love that I can tell the truth and have people laugh at it.

I don’t want enemies. I want friends, and I want them in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and loving whoever they want to.

My goal is to make everyone and anyone a Kevin Hart fan.

Any hand that I’ve shaken, any person that I met when I was Joe Blow, now that I’m this guy Kevin Hart, has come back. That’s why I treat everybody with respect. I’m always a nice pleasant guy to meet because when they come back to you, they remember.

I want to be respected as a guy who knows what he’s talking about. And that, to me, holds more weight than anything else.

I love diversity.

I was probably tall as a child, but I just stopped growing.

When you’re doing a film and the majority of the film is cast black, for me, it’s most important to get people to view those movies as just movies, as just good movies.

I got a dog with a Napoleon complex. I have a Napoleon complex. We’re small. Anything big that we feel is threatening us, we want to fight. We’re not a pushover.

I don’t change or cater my actions to fit my surroundings. I’m myself 24/7. People appreciate that.

The original ‘About Last Night’ was phenomenal.

My dad was never married. He was kind of a rolling stone. But he was never disrespectful. At the same time, even though he had women in his life when I was a kid, there wasn’t any consistency.

This younger generation that’s around, that’s tweeting, Facebooking and Vine-ing, the fans appreciate that because they feel like they can get to you.

A reputation as a hard worker is a good reputation to have.

You have black people, white people, Chinese people, Hispanic people; we’re all brought up differently.’

I read so much stuff that black women say, especially about my relationship. ‘Oh, he left his black wife to go be with some exotic chick.’ First of all, my girl is black: she’s Jamaican.

Religion is like a personal computer. You let people in if you want to… We’re all gods.

All I can say is that you make me… you make me into someone I couldn’t even imagine.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Frank nodded grimly. “Well…any goddess who throws a Ding Dong at a giant can’t be all bad. Let’s go.

What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

We shall only differ in degree and not in kind,–just as the elephant differs from the slug. But by the concession of the materialists of all the schools, or almost all.

Self praise is no praise at all.

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!