“My kids listen to everything because I listen to everything, so it’s not far-fetched to hear them playing Metallica and then playing A Tribe Called Quest or N.W.A.”

I listen to all types of music so I’m influenced by everything.

I think remixes give songs more life.

Psychology is the science of psychic states both as to content and form, regarded from an objective standpoint, and brought in relation to the living corporeal individual.

I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails… bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve.

I’m not pro-government at all, I’m pro-people.

The music is first and foremost everything – no egos, no attitude, nothing – it’s about the music.

And when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater, Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails, Oh hell, there he go again.

Knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured.

I’m a Libertarian. I’m liberty, justice for all, liberty for all.

We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional.

My wife cooks. I can’t cook. I can remix leftovers pretty good, though.

People don’t go and do their own investigations if it’s relationships or politics or anything.

I’m into creating something that I’ve never created before.

The elements of a good story are most definitely details, little bitty details. That does it, especially when you’re describing, when you’re setting the scene and everything. It’s like you’re painting a picture, so details are very important. Also, the music gotta be right.

I’m just a product of my environment, and it comes out in the music.

I don’t need a sensationalized headline to sell music or to bring attention to my music. It’s the music and it’s always been about the music.

When I read that, I burst into tears. It was so generous and so basic. Not fluffy. I can’t understand why we scrimp on education and shortchange our kids. Why would the citizenry do that to the people who are going to inherit its republic?

Just like my straight friends, I am repeatedly asked when I plan to have kids, and have been told many times, by various branches of my bloodline, that “even lesbians can have babies these days.”

I think I know how to raise a kid. You just play catch with ’em. You just talk about life, and you distract them by throwing the ball. They don’t even notice that you’re filling up their heads with your theories.

If it hadn’t been for the rise of the working woman’s wardrobe, I never would have found the time to sneak a kid in.

High school wasn’t so bad though because, by then, I had worked out that there were far more nerdy kids and poor kids than there were rich, popular kids, so, at the very least, we had them outnumbered.

Every day I watched how a bare metal frame, rolling down the line would come off the other end, a spanking brand new car.

I always saw myself as a big-nosed, big-eared kid. I’ve never tried to kind of capitalize on that stuff. I think a lot of people do when they can.

Kids have what I call a built-in hypocrisy antenna that comes up and blocks out what you’re saying when you’re being a hypocrite.