I Want Nothing To Do With Privilege.

I'd Love To Live In New Orleans. I Love The Freedom Of It - For Good And For Bad.

I Don't Think I Will Do A Mafia Character Again. I Want To Get Away From The Violence A Little Bit, Because It Is Starting To Bother Me Personally.

This Is Gonna Sound Stupid, But I Saw At One Point That Our Mothers Are ... Bus Drivers. No, They Are The Bus. See, They're The Vehicle That Gets Us Here. They Drop Us Off And Go On Their Way. They Continue On Their Journey. And The Problem Is That We Keep Tryin' To Get Back On The Bus, Instead Of Just Lettin' It Go.

For Once I'm Not The Guy Losing My Temper All The Time.

I Just Don't Think I'm That Interesting. I Don't Think What I Have To Say Is That Interesting. To Hear Me Go Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah. I Mean, Who... Cares?