St. Louis has a lot of weird food customs that you don't see other places - and a lot of great ethnic neighborhoods. There's a German neighborhood. A great old school Italian neighborhood with toasted ravioli which seems to be a St. Louis tradition. And they love provolone cheese in St. Louis.

If you live in a good neighborhood you drive home and there's a bank. There's grocery stores and big houses - but no motels. What that tells you psychologically is you protect your money and buy good things for your family to eat in your nice big house.

All of us grow up in particular realities - a home family a clan a small town a neighborhood. Depending upon how we're brought up we are either deeply aware of the particular reading of reality into which we are born or we are peripherally aware of it.

We have to restore power to the family to the neighborhood and the community with a non-market principle a principle of equality of charity of let's-take-care-of-one-another. That's the creative challenge.

We will invest in our people quality education job opportunity family neighborhood and yes a thing we call America.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

I grew up in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood but my mom is Filipino-Spanish and my dad is Irish.

My dad was a homicide cop in the gay neighborhood in the city when gay neighborhoods were desperate depressing sad places run by the mob. The only gay people he'd met when I came out to him were corpses.

You make your first album you make some money and you feel like you still have to show face like 'I still go to the projects.' I'm like why? Your job is to inspire people from your neighborhood to get out. You grew up there. What makes you think it's so cool?

The most important decision I've made in business? The choices of people I have around me. When I first started I brought everybody with me my homies from the neighborhood criminals. I just said 'Come on everybody we made it.' Then I had to realize we didn't make it. I made it.