I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
Me shooting 40% at the foul line is just God's way to say nobody's perfect.
I just want everyone to know I'm suing Ruben Studdard. He had his hand on my ass and he wouldn't let go.
I would like to be referred to as 'The Big Aristotle'.
Pluto is not a planet, but I am.
Enunciation, diction, all that stuff. None of that is in my personality.
I really get motivated when I have doubters.
My notion of a great novel is something like a five-hundred-page shaggy-dog story, with only the punch line omitted.
Whereas I think in New York every step is a detour in every direction.
You can't create an ocean with a single drop. But you can create an ocean of suspicion with a single drop of doubt.
If we can't help our family, who are we going to help?