A lot of incredible rap albums over the past couple of decades have deserved Album of the Year. To Pimp a Butterfly is an extension of those albums.
Harley-Davidson is the finest company in the world.
I thought I was bulletproof or Superman there for a while. I thought I'd never run out of nerve. Never.
You're never a failure until you fail to get up.
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
I did everything by the seat of my pants. That's why I got hurt so much.
She (my ex-wife) wanted me to stop being Evel Knievel. I am who I am. I'm not going to change. I'll settle down the day they put me in a six-foot pine box.
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
I don't think it's because of my eyes, my beautiful eyes. (on Henry staying at Arsenal for the money)
Let us not overstrain our talents, lest we do nothing gracefully.
The craft Emmys are kind of the kids table at Thanksgiving. You're not really invited to the big dance. It's still really, really exciting, and the statue still counts.