“I’m going to always have a home in Houston, I’m going to always come back.”

You will never give less fucks than an Aquarius.

I’m just a real person, not a caricature.

We never show up together. But I text him when I’m ready to go

You know you can’t control me baby / You need a real one in your life.

They wanna know ‘bout me. They say, Tell me your story. Only thing you need to know is I’m in love with the money.

Men are objects to me.

Sometimes, when you’re doing too much, things get overwhelming. So I just have to calm myself down and think, ‘What would my mama want me to do?’

I have over a hundred wigs, I like to change them damn near every hour.

I’m a pretty open person, and very little can embarrass me.

Once you really know yourself, can’t nobody tell you nothing about you.

Even if I brought him to you, still couldn’t get your boo back.

I think I’m a superstar.

I definitely wanna open up some assisted-living facilities around my city.

You find out about me because of my music, and that’s how I want to keep it.

We gotta break these double standards and get women to loosen up a bit. We gotta show them that we can do what we want to do how we want to do it. If someone doesn’t like it, they can get to stepping.

I’ll knock the sh*t out that b*tch like an enema.

Rock ‘n’ roll accepted me and paid me, even though I loved the big bands I went that way because I wanted a home of my own. I had a family. I had to raise them. Let’s don’t leave out the economics. No way.

If all men were to bring their miseries together in one place, most would be glad to take each his own home again rather than take a portion out of the common stock.

You make movies for the people. If critics happen to like them too, well, that’s a home run.

Growing up in Australia, you never feel like you’re going to live beyond that place. You wake up and you go to the beach, and you do your homework. You’re just a kid.

We spend a lot of time trying to keep all that stuff very private. In this day in age, it’s impossible. It’s out in the ether and people send stuff to my house all the time. People show up at my house sometimes.

If a builder build a house for some one, and does not construct it properly, and the house which he built fall in and kill its owner, then that builder shall be put to death.

I used to be a good story writer. I could make up a story with like, eight people in it and tell you where they all lived, what color their houses are.

I’m laughing because I know the secret of life. And the secret of life is that I have validated my existence. I know that I am worth more than my house, my bank account, or any physical thing.