“For me, visuals are as important as the music. I just love escapism and giving people something to escape to. To me, that’s what art is.”

Once you go great, you never go good..You never go back, even if you could.

T.I.’s my mentor; he’s a really close friend of mine. I call him my brother like we talk on the phone all the time. He’s helped me with my career.

Being talked about like a package – I feel like that all the time.

Not every artist is a role model.

Pledge allegiance to the struggle.

I’m irrational about all things creative and I’m always late!

Women in music have the bigger balls anyhow we endure much more harassment and critic.

First things first, I’m da realest.

My real name is Amethyst. It sounds like a stage name. My mom is kind of crazy.

As a child, I remember my dad would sometimes drive me into town with him to play pinball machines together. It’s a bittersweet memory but also a favorite.

I love purple because my name is Amethyst.

I found it to be kind of ironic, because I’m white, therefore I’m appropriating culture, but then Eminem won it – who’s white and won it many times – and they didn’t seem to say anything about that. I suspect it was just because they dislike me.

I think that music is still art, even if it’s commercialised.

Anyone’s happier when they’re not being verbally abused all day long.

Really good things take time to grow. Foundation is not built over night.

Whenever my country has something bad happening I feel guilty for not being there. It’s weird.

A man says to me, ‘Can you explain the seven trumpets of the Revelation?’ No, but I can blow one in your ear, and warn you to escape from the wrath to come.

Worries carry responsibilities that belong to God, not to you. Worry does not enable us to escape evil; it makes us unfit to cope with it when it comes.

Only mediocrity escapes criticism.

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

My concept of successful living is escaping the matrix.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.