“Crazy how you gotta wait until it’s dark out to see who really with you.”

Perfection’ to me is, I walk away from a situation and say, ‘I did everything I could do right there.

I’m trying to do better than good enough.

Don’t ask permission, just ask forgiveness.

Kill them with success and bury them with a smile.

Everybody has an addiction, mine happens to be success.

Just because someone is single doesn’t mean they’re lonely. Some people are in relationships and they’ve forgotten what happiness is.

Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys.

Accept yourself. You don’t have to prove shit to no one except yourself.

When you look ahead and darkness is all you see, faith and determination will pull you through.

Boys will break your heart. Real men will pick up the pieces.

Haters will broadcast your failures, but whisper your success.

I am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be.

Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser.

Patience is key for getting over a breakup. That, and trailing off your interaction after the breakup.

Life can always change, you have to adjust.

Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume.

It’s ingrained in people’s minds that it’s a typecast and a stereotype that women are just emotional and crazy.

Party don’t stop. Only gets crazier when I touch down.

So for me, fashion was about standing out as an individual – and it helped me get the attention that most people try to get with publicity stunts or by doing other crazy things. But I just let the attention come to me naturally, and I think some of that has to do with my fashion.

I have always felt that this woman matches my fly, it’s crazy!!

I keep hearing I’m a crazy party guy. I’m not. I’m boring. At least by party standards.

If I could trade places with any of my sisters for a day, it would be Kim. I want to see what it’s like…The only time she sleeps is on the airplane. It’s just crazy. I feel bad for her, but I still want to know what it’s like.

If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy or both-you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Your theory is crazy, but it’s not crazy enough to be true.