Come on, Chris. It'll be just you, me, and the great, wide open over here.

I think that if you go through life and no one hates you, then that means you're not good at anything

Your destiny is what you make. It's the choices that you make. And for every choice, there's a consequence.

This Game is not over, it is just beginning.

You will look into my eyes and you will know I am The Game and that I am that damn good!

There's only one thing on my mind. There's only one goal. One aim. One focus.

A man I respected very early in my career told me, 'If you wanna truly be good at this, you have to learn to hate.'

Why don't you make a contibution to my sanity, and do the one thing you never seem to be able to do... SHUT UP!!!

This is a game that you don't want to be in!

My bazooka is locked, cocked, and ready to unload.

Evolution is your solution.

Lost spirit. Judges without justice, priest without religion.

Nothing's ever simple. I just don't want you to ignore possibilities out of fear. Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith, believing that somebody's going to catch you.

Born in inquity and conceived in sin the spirit of nationalism has never ceased to bend human institutions to the service of dissension and distress.

I've always wanted to have kids. I do think I would be a great mom.

I don't regret anything I do, ever, whether articles I've done or things I've said. And as far as what's happened in the past, I wouldn't take anything back.

There are spaces of sorrow only God can touch.

I sit with the intention to write a record.

Until now they have refused to do battle with us. They are just going places.

Health is a consumation of a love affair of all the organs of the body.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.