If I can make it through homelessness, I can make it through anything.
Touring can be really tiring. I can get homesick, and I spend a lot of time on my phone.
I try to be as honest about what I see and to speak rather than be silent, especially if it means I can save lives, or serve humanity.
I can sign all of the emergency proclamations I want, but that's not going to fix the infrastructure in urban Honolulu.
I'm looking for a deal from one of you TV networks to give Snoop Dogg his own hood TV show where I can find America's hottest hood artists.
I can do something else besides stuff a ball through a hoop. My biggest resource is my mind.
If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I'm just going to hold my breath, because I know i'm going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.
I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.
I can say I'd honestly rather be happy than have 30 to 40 songs that I've written about these thrilling, exciting, horrible, unhappy times.
I try to visit people in hospitals when I can, smiling and joking while I'm there. But when I leave, I just start crying.
If I can make people forget whatever they're dealing with for an hour and a half, two hours every night, that's nice.
If I go to posh parties, I hover by the kitchen so I can get as many nice canapes as possible.
There's a disease that young writers are susceptible to, which is, I will do this because I can - hubris, I suppose - without stopping to work out why.
I can now focus on a huge audience through TV, books, cookware and foods.
My agent said to me five years ago, 'Hugh, I can see one day you... if I had to plan a goal for you, it's for you to have the kind of career that Sinatra had.'
With my personal preparation at the piano, I can afford to hum at half voice.
I grew up using maps and having a sense of direction, and now I have a phone. I used to try to remember numbers, and now I... can just call them up instantly. And that's great. But what's happening right now is that we're in a phase of human evolution where we're merging with machines.
I can't dream about immortal fireflies, but I can fight for human freedom.
The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.
If I can give a very substantial injection of humanistic thinking into corporations, boy, that would change things a lot.
