“Either you play the game or you let the game play you.”

Some of us got grandparents that walked miles to work instead of riding bus, just to show the bus companies that they won’t tolerate racism.

We live in a strange time but this is our time.

How I can’t find a physical copy to my own shit.

I’m here to spread a message of hope. Follow your heart. Don’t follow what you’ve been told you’re supposed to do.

People congratulate me. I just tell them God is good.

I know Heaven is a mind state, I’ve been a couple times.

If you truly believe it, that’s step one. Step two, is, you know, the hard work that goes along with it.

As we speak I’m at peace, no longer scared to die.

The thing about being an artist today is you get to develop right in front of people’s eyes before you even put out an album.

If they don’t know your dreams, they can’t shoot them down.

Every time you go to sleep you look like you in Heaven.

Producing all my own songs and refusing to go to the hot producer. That’s the biggest risk I’ve taken so far.

I try to put all those positive things into a regular human character, which is myself.

I put a lot of pressure on myself. I think something’s not good enough, and I won’t stop until I feel like I’ve made it. I’m never satisfied.

Don’t let bridges you cross be bridges you burn.

Anything I do, I want to do it well.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, “You’re it. I mean you’re really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen.”

I’m at the top of my game so, when I win or lose, I don’t freak out…I don’t think we can call it a rivalry yet. There’s just to many great players around.

When I go home, sometimes, even when I had an amazing game, I always think about what I missed.

Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.

If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead.

I never thought about competing in the Olympic Games when I was growing up.