City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection...red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors...fresh peaches, no pit.

I just do whatever I do, and put it out there without tryin to cater to anybody. If you like it, you like it.

I pick and choose my battles, but I overthink everything because I have to think about everything.

All I believe in is food and myself.

Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy, Send a message, leave you sleepin' next to headless horsey.

I live in the moment, and I reflect later.

Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget's cough.

Strictly cop and go's until we laid in the Galapagos Eating tacos, higher than an opera note

I like every girl. Every kind of girl that there is, I like.

I want to do an album with Steven Seagal.

I would say I started rapping because my friends were doin it.

. . .sometimes reading the same page over and over, until one sleepy afternoon something clicked, like a lock unlocking, and she saw those printed doors swing open on a vast house of words.

Less is only more where more is no good.

The people of England are never so happy as when you tell them they are ruined.

Arabs don't do crime fiction. I read crime fiction and I read Arabic literature, and I wish this was a novel I could have read in Arabic.

What people think of as the moment of discovery is really the discovery of the question.

You can trace every sickness, every disease and every ailment to a mineral deficiency.

Stephen King is open about the fact that he continues to learn the craft, and if King hasn't got it figured out yet, what the hell hope have the rest of us got?

O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature.

Skins tanned to the consistency of well-traveled alligator suitcases.

We do not pass twice through the same door Or return to the door through which we did not pass.