I never set out now to get a Grammy, or get an American Music Award, but it still is nice to be recognized.
I benefit from the Mr. Potato Head syndrome. Put a wig and a nose and glasses on me, and I disappear.
I could never learn what I'm learning at college. They don't teach it there, because it can't be learned in that way.
One of the remarkable things about my career is that it has been marked by steady, incremental progress. No sudden spikes up, and no sudden downfalls, either.
The one thing I could do was voices and impersonations and weird characters, and there was really no call for that, except on Saturday Night Live.
Marines die, that's what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever. And that means YOU live forever.
I've succeeded beyond my wildest dreams - financially and the amount of fun I have in my life.
I ain't calling me God. I'm just doing my part on where I think hip hop should go. I think hip hop should be about more money, crazier sounds, different beats.
Many of us are trying to lead multiple lives: child, mother, wife, lover, star, giving small doses of oxygen to each and imploding under the weight of so many competing roles. The women I have written in Bombshells struggle - sometimes hilariously, sometimes tragically - to bridge the chasm between the wilderness of their inner worlds and the demands of their outer worlds. And humour, in the end, is our saviour.
I believe that there is a very strong chance that we will see that young people will be put into mandatory service. And the real concerns is that there are provisions for what I would call re-education camps for young people, where young people have to go and get trained in a philosophy that the government puts forward and then they have to go to work in some of these politically correct forums.
Had I just begged for an audience with Death?