I think when I dropped The Eulogy is when it became more [about] feedback because that's when Pitchfork wanted to review it and things like that.

I don't know [whether] if I didn't get paid, or my career didn't keep going where it goes, if I would keep doing music.

I think what's keeping me making music - the money is great, but I make music for the visibility.

It may look like things have gotten better, because everyone is semi-being appreciative. Not appreciative, but conscious of people being gender fluid and all those things.

I think it's very important that LGBT narratives are spoken from LGBT perspectives. I think that what I do is important as far as creating a lane for myself to be independent.

Living New York, everyone has a million hustles, so I was doing party promoting, working the doors at parties, doing that whole nightlife thing.

My love of words, alcohol, and stage antics basically cemented me as a rapper, but it wasn't a career that I wanted to do. It was just, "I like to do all these things at one time."

Not to sound egotistic, but I've gotten kind of good at it. It's something that came naturally to me, but my rapping is rooted in my writing.

I didn't choose to be a rapper; it's just my talent.

I am a rapper. The reason why I was against the whole rapper title is because I know so many people who want to be rappers and they're not.

I don't think it was much of a forum for positive or negative feedback; it was mainly, "How can I make somebody laugh?" It wasn't a serious thing where I needed people to give me feedback.

When the characters are really alive before their author the latter does nothing but follow them in their action in their words in the situations which they suggest to him.

Today's developer is a poor substitute for the committed entrepreneur of the last century for whom the work of architecture represented a chance to celebrate the worth of his enterprise.

I think that's what helped us: confidence, respect, the desire to work hard.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

I hate doubt, yet I am certain that doubt is the only way to approach anything worth believing in.

Every day I break my own personal record for number of days I have been alive.

You might be a redneck if you've ever stood in line to get your picture taken with a freak of nature.

War begets war. It produces outraged and humiliated and furious people. That is almost invariably the case.

They bit you. You should've changed, too, you know." "Sometimes I wish I had," I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. "Sometimes I do, too.

Financial hardships were rough on us, even though Mom had a good job at G.M.