Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. ‘What is the egg to the eagle?’ he asked me…

The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.

He seemed to think that spanking soled problems instead of taking the time to talk about them.

Ships are but boards sailors but men.

Clairvoyant, n.: A person, commonly a woman, who has the power of seeing that which is invisible to her patron - namely, that he is a blockhead.

Acting isn't a side thing - you have to live and breathe it.

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.

I probably spent more time listening to albums than writing songs. But I think that gave me all the tricks in terms of wordplay, from how I pronounced my words to the actual delivery.

Longing performs all things

I feel that my advances in the business world will shatter a lot of white myths about black athletes-and give some pride and hope to a lot of young blacks.