“Live like the Kennedy’s, above the law.”

I felt like I was at that breaking point. I just prayed and took my mind off of dreams – I went to church. I felt like a lot of things came together. I’m not perfect but I strive to be.

About 4000 men, women and teenagers regularly venture out to play a game in -20 weather and stinging prairie winds. Bundled in sweaters and snow suits, balaclavas on their heads and suction cupped shoes on their feet.

I always wanted to be a basketball player until I discovered Pizza Pockets.

My brother says I’m too famous to hang around with him.

But we want peace, I would move all my people down this way. I could then keep them all quietly near camp.

I wake up, eat, make a beat. Play Xbox, make another beat and go to bed. Occasionally do something. I rarely party.

What I’m above all primarily concerned with is the substance of life, the pith of reality.

Literature deserves its prestige for one reason above all others – because it’s a tool to help us live and die with a little bit more wisdom, goodness, and sanity.

Happiness is impossible for longer than 15 minutes. We are the descendants of creatures who, above all else, worried.

It certainly is gravy every day above ground right now, after kicking that heroin habit.

In [The New Poetry] I had attacked the British poets’ nervous preference for gentility above all else, and their avoidance of the uncomfortable, destructive truths both of the inner life and of the present time.

To experience poetry is to see over and above reality. It is to discover that which is beyond the physical, to experience another life and another level of feeling.

The more his character, by rising above material contingencies, widen, become free and independent.

When diving to attack always leave a proportion of your formation above to act as top guard.