Got a house on the hill, cost a couple of mill, Juicy J got bank like Uncle Phil.

I never stopped grinding. I never stopped hustling. I never stopped working. I just kept moving. It has nothing to do with the money or anything like that. It's just that I love music.

You gotta live life. You gotta enjoy life. I mean, I don't live on the edge.

I don't advise kids to do what I do. I'm just doing me. I just smoke a little weed and do a little drink.

I'm not old school, like, "Aw, man, I gotta do my music like I did in '98." I just go with the flow. I don't try to change anything.

There's a lot of money in doing score music. You can get a chance to get nominated for an Oscar.

It's hard for a person to try to keep his stuff together being nominated for something and then performing onstage.

I keep my ear to the streets - that's how I know music. I live, breathe, eat, and sleep music. That's it. Nothing else.

I don't have a hand in a lot of my own beats. I like all types of music and all types of beats though.

You never know what's gonna be a hit.

They call me the trippy king.

Stop dwelling and wishing they'd see the light and treat you better. Instead, forgive yourself for keeping low standards, and love yourself enough to raise them.

Develop accommodating values and habits. People are scared away from you when you have a value system and habitual actions that accommodate them comfortably.

Every one is expected to look out for himself here. I fancy that there would be very little rising if men were expected to rise for the sake of others, in America.

The immigrant who comes to Canada really sees the country much more as a whole. He doesn't know the nuances which are so important and so dearly beloved by the Torontonian or the Montrealer.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people. Got no fixed abode, and no man is my master. Country lanes and byways were always my ways. I never fancied going faster.

Innocence is indeed a glorious thing; but, unfortunately, it does not keep very well and is easily led astray.

When somebody is doing something really funny, in real life and as a performer, my instinct is to join them.

I didn't want to put myself, or anyone else, asleep with another quintessential Mark Kozelek album.

Good people end up in Hell because they can't forgive themselves.