“The reality is you do not know exactly what is likely to occur tomorrow. Lifetime can be a ridiculous trip, and practically nothing is confirmed.”

I don’t want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice.

I believe people can change, but only for the worse.

I can never turn my back on a city that made me.

I find you offensive for finding me offensive.

I don’t hate women – they just sometimes make me mad.

Everything always happens for a reason.

Just be yourself, the minute you start being yourself youre gonna win.

Music is reflection of self.

Fame hit me like a ton of bricks.

Maybe one day we’ll all wake up and this will just be a dream.

I love the attention but I don’t like too much of it.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

People will hate you for speaking the truth, but you’ve gotta learn to stand up to them, so don’t be offended if I say something you don’t like.

The writing process, the way I go about it is I do whatever the beat feels like, whatever the beat is telling me to do.

My middle finger won’t go down, how do I wave?

prophecies do not alter fate, only confirm it.

It is, as any traveller can confirm, a complaint best developed in the affluent North American, and it seems to be part of blue toilet dyes, air fresheners, lots of paper tissues, and two showers a day.

That the self advances and confirms the ten thousand things is called delusion; that the ten thousand things advance and confirm the self is called enlightenment.

Animals, in their generation, are wiser than the sons of men; but their wisdom is confined to a few particulars, and lies in a very narrow compass.

So that such ideas are opposed both to physical principles and to the authority of the Holy Writ which many time: confirms the stability of the Earth (as we shall discuss more fully elsewhere).

People go to Africa and confirm what they already have in their heads and so they fail to see what is there in front of them.

Our lives are a battlefield on which is fought a continuous war between the forces that are pledged to confirm our humanity and those determined to dismantle it.

To confer the gift of drawing, we must create an eye that sees, a hand that obeys, a soul that feels; and in this task, the whole life must cooperate. In this sense, life itself is the only preparation for drawing.