I feel like I'm indirectly showing people, not that there's another way, but just that if you really have a dream, you should try and give it a go.

This is the kind of fashion I grew up on - a good pair of trainers, great denim - and I will always love high-end streetwear.

I can wear a suit, sweatpants, a long tee shirt, and a denim jacket all at the same time.

Hopefully, young people will see that you can be young and make the sacrifices to follow your dreams.

Grime is a particular style of music. You've got electro, funk and garage; grime is its darker side. It's constantly evolving.

I'm just a young person trying to fulfil his potential and be the best he can be at what he wants to do... I guess that's why people connect with the music.

I'm so down to earth, I'm bringing gravity back.

Music has no race. It appeals to everybody.

I've definitely done something that's made my mum and dad forever proud.

I pray as much as possible.

Being able to travel the world is pretty cool. There are places that I've always wanted to go to but being able to go there as somebody who's a musician and is recognised as one is cool.

The actual truth has never written about any war, and this will be no exception.

Sleep like you can never be deadDream as if you have a soul inside your head

The temperature of my blood dropped several degrees, and I took a step back. My heart quickened. "Storm?" I prompted, looking at the boxes on the dock labeled "non-perishable.

Most people with new ideas are ridiculed … until they succeed!

Oh, God, I struggle with low self-esteem all the time! I think everyone does. I have so much wrong with me, it's unbelievable!

I'm a drunken midget with a loaded gun, a loaded gun.

Love is more afraid of change than destruction.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

The only way to get people to like working hard is to motivate them. Today, people must understand why they're working hard. Every individual in an organization is motivated by something different.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?