You get committed with what you put in songs. It made me wary of who and what I include, because that's there forever.

Trying to make it from the bottom. His sins Feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is.

Shout out to the fathers that didn't raise us

The only thing that can combat fear is action. And there's two actions. There's fight and flight.

I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you.

The words that are coming out of my mouth and how I mean them, it's so much different.

Everyone's like sheep on social media; like, one person starts making noise, and everyone's like, 'Hey, yeah!' and then you got a whole bunch of people making noise at you.

I'm the bestest/on a bad day I spit asbestos.

Whatever I think the song sounds like is what I'll name it. It's a feeling thing; it's not logical at all.

It just happens to be that people like to associate poetry and rap music. I think that idea is kind of corny.

Rapping is the only time I'm serious.

Humans are, as Sartre put it, ‘condemned to be free’. To insist that science, or God, objectively defines moral values is to abandon our responsibility as human beings to make such judgments.

Talent is helpful in writing but guts are absolutely necessary.

Once the fired stone is out of the kiln, it is still possible to mentally reconstruct it in its original form.

To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.

An Apostle is a missionary, bearing testimony of the reality and divinity of Jesus Christ in all the world.

Even the most sadistic and destructive man is human, as human as the saint.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

Again, I'm used to speaking to a lot of people; I have a lot of friends and family, and I perform music and speak in front of a lot of crowds. So I share with people already a lot in my life.

Most of the pack would rather have Darryl mad at them than Auriele.

Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone.