I want to represent the street, not in a negative sense, but in the sense that when I was growing up, that's what I grew up on.

I was working a corporate job for years and it always felt restrictive, it felt like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.

I believe that if you work hard enough and do things the right way recognition will come.

I wanted to give people an experience. I wanted them to get their money's worth.

I wasn't able to afford high-end brands or any of that, so I grew up on streetwear.

The thing is you can be a great designer but you can also be lazy or not understand the other person's preferences or be more concerned about being a star than being good at what you do.

I want to be recognized but I don't seek it out.

Somebody once told me if you're doing what you're supposed to you don't have to force it.

I started out doing everything on a custom scale and when that started paying the bills I started making more pieces.

Starting out is very difficult if you don't have a clientele.

I'm based in Atlanta so there weren't a lot of people to talk to about fashion because no one was really doing it on the scale that I wanted to do it. I had to do a lot of research on my own.

As for thy thirst after books, away with it with all speed.

We aren't going to choose paths of wisdom if we don't trust the One who has marked out those paths for us. Fear of the Lord is trust in the Lord

When women are in positions of power it's a hard place to be, especially when that position involves bossing men around.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

Well, I happen to have a love of vocal reproduction devices.

Let no one trust so entirely to natural prudence as to persuade himself that it will suffice to guide him without help from experience.

Tolerance it a tremendous virtue, but the immediate neighbors of tolerance are apathy and weakness.

I loved working on that show [Defiance]. I mean, that show was brutal. We worked long, brutal hours in really brutal weather.

The only peace is being out of earshot.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?