“I think of Westernized culture as a good visual for my music.”

I don’t look at myself as a designer; I’m focused on music.

I was a smart kid. I went to a private school in middle school and got kicked out.

I’m a magician, like David Blaine. I could never fall.

I’m attached to the beat. The best speaks words. I love Music.

I feel like Houston is one of the leading things in music culture. Everyone loves the Houston culture. It needs to have its own monument, its own moment for artists like me, artists like Beyonce who set it off.

I see hip-hop as going in a self-managing place. It’s very culturally controlled and artist-controlled. It’s not really based on a label anymore. Everything is pretty much in the control of the artist. Which is amazing.

Beyonce is, like, the highest level. We all reach that level.

Don’t do it tomorrow. Do it now. There might not be tomorrow.

My whole story is straight mythical. It’s tangible, but it’s also what life could be.

I’m always up for collaborating with brands and people who actually design, but doing your own line is a whole other beast. I don’t think I could deal with the criticism.

I have black friends, but I don’t just hang out with black kids. I might pull up with Indian kids, white kids, black kids, whatever.

I’m just here for good times, man. I want people to have the best time ever. Especially if they’re around me.

We made a bond to neva forget.

I will be playing until the sun up.

Cactus world, I’m just living in it.

If I didn’t have the ends, I wouldn’t have so many imaginary friends.

Truth is best (of all that is) good. As desired, what is being desired is truth for him who (represents) the best truth. (Gathas 27.14)

Herein lies the tragedy of the age: Not that men are poor, – all men know something of poverty. Not that men are wicked, – who is good? Not that men are ignorant, – what is truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men.

Men are seldom blessed with good fortune and good sense at the same time.

He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad; his countenance unconquered.

I always think, what type of 11th grader would I be if I was still at school? Or if I was home all the time, would I be at the gym 24/7? Would I be as good at guitar? I know I wouldn’t be as mature as I am.

That which is good for all and any one, For whomsoever- that is good for me. . . What I hold good for self, I should for all. Only Law Universal is true law.

What really counts are good endings, not flawed beginnings.

I am sustained by a sense of the worthwhileness of what I am doing; a trust in the good faith of the process which created and sustains me. That process I call God.