I think generally I'm a pretty good person if I had to grade myself. Or toot my own horn.

It's not that I'm Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes now, but I've got my priorities in order.

I am happy to make money. I want to make more money, make more music, eat Big Macs and drink Budweisers.

I didn't come from a trailer park. I grew up middle class and my dad had money and my mom made my lunch. I got a car when I was sixteen. I'm proud of that.

They believed you can't mix rock, country, and rap, and that crossover is dead. I always knew it would work. And it will always work as long as you're really into it and like what you're doing.

I truly believe that people like myself, who are in a position of entertainers in the limelight, should keep their mouth shut on politics.

If I was president of the good old U.S.A., I'd turn the churches into strip clubs and watch the whole world pray.

I could care less about what people think. I'm a Devil Without A Cause.

You get what you put in and people get what they deserve.

I think what I've learned out of this lifetime is you should be proud of where you come from.

I was the little white kid who rocked the turntables

With diligence, discipline and determination you can fulfill the dream.

Life is for living not achieving.

We have a positive vision of the future founded on the belief that the gap between the promise and reality of America can one day be finally closed. We believe that.

Carbon is probably a bit harder to wrap since it's procedural.

You can't worry about what people say, but... People always harp on athletes being selfish individualists.

The older I become, the more I think about my mother.

I had a pleasant time with my mind, for it was happy.

Anyway, what makes people look youthful is the quality of their skin and I don't think you can change that.

There is a book yearning to come out of me: about how we can build the new collaboration economy, and the role of 'openness' in our quest for efficient use of resources and as a driver of innovation.

The true Christian is like sandalwood, which imparts its fragrance to the axe which cuts it, without doing any harm in return.