Art is about trying to find the good in people, and making the world a more compassionate place.

My name can’t be THAT tough to pronounce!

If you live a life of make-believe, your life isn’t worth anything until you do something that does challenge your reality.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.

If your life turns out to be good and you have a tremendous amount of luck in your life, it’s a good thing to turn around and make it work for others.

The best way to guarantee a loss is to quit.

Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance.

My main objective in the fight is to be a professional but to kill him.

My power is discombobulating devastating. I could feel his muscle tissues collapse under my force. It’s ludicrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died. I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand and he was out cold, convulsing on the floor.