When I asked my accountant if anything could get me out of this mess I am in now he thought for a long time and said, 'Yes, death would help'.
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
There are no ordinary cats.
Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.
Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
If I do become more successful, either as a producer or a rapper, I'm going to do everything I can to help whoever I can on the label.
One classic American landscape haunts all of American literature. It is a picture of Eden, perceived at the instant of history when corruption has just begun to set it. The serpent has shown his scaly head in the undergrowth. The apple gleams on the tree. The old drama of the Fall is ready to start all over again.
My hustle is nonstop. I never stop hustling.
And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.