Nothing had the chance to be good nothing ever could.

I am a violent man who has learned not to be violent and regrets his violence.

John's time and effort were, in the main, spent on pretty honorable stuff. As for the other side, well, nobody's perfect, nobody's Jesus. And look what they did to him.

My stepmother sold my birth certificate and someone asked why I didn't buy it back. I don't know, really. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was mine. It cost me nothing and suddenly I had to buy it back.

I was letting people dictate who should be my friends. I felt like I couldn't be friends with Madonna. And so I dissed her, even though she showed me nothing but love. I felt bad because when I went to jail, I called her and she was the only person that was willing to help me.

There's no point regretting things. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime. Life's too short to worry about things I've said.