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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Their very conservatism is secondhand, and they don't know what they are conserving.

I wanted to analyze how unnecessary it is to collapse a heroine into one specific mold, to give them all the same sparkly fashion, the same tiny figures, and the same homogenized plastic smile.

There is nothing that can be changed more completely than human nature when the job is taken in hand early enough.

Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.

Deny the world, defy the devil, despise the flesh, and delight yourself only in the Lord.

I think those of us who use language are always trying for this, trying to keep everything from floating away by trying to write about it despite failure.

Few Americans born after the Civil War know much about war. Real war. War that seeks you out. War that arrives on your doorstep - not once in a blue moon, but once a month or a week or a day.

Even if I built a 50,000-seater stadium and bought Ronaldinho, there'd still be complaints about crap hotdogs.

Even The Impostors, as silly as it is, is a very intimate film, in a way.

Everyone threw the blame on me ... they nearly always do. I suppose ... they think I shall be able to bear it best.