People say keeping it real is a hard thing to do. Keeping it real is easy. Being fake and being soft is hard to do.

A thug is someone who stands on his own. He lives by the decisions he makes and accepts the consequences. A thug is comfortable in his own skin. I wear mine like a glove.

If my mama and daddy would've stayed together, one of them would've been dead, and the other would have been locked up for it.

I used to hold back because people would get offended, but now I'm like, 'You're going to hear me, regardless. Whether you accept what I have to say or not is on you.'

I tell it like it is. I tell it like I see it. I tell it like I envision it. I tell it like I live it.

I don't have problems with nobody, period.

Some people around you don't mean you good.

I am allergic highly to the sun; that's my worst enemy.

Rappers tend to use words sometimes that just rhyme and don't really mean nothing.

The media tries to do what they do. You can't stop. You gotta get money.

I cook anything but chitlins.

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

We live counterfeit lives in order to resemble the idea we first had of ourselves.

I'm an amateur, so I read what's interesting to me.

The relentless attempts to be thin take you further and further away from what could actually end your suffering: getting back in touch with who you really are. Your true nature. Your essence.

The old assumption of the approximate impossibility of war really rested on a similar assumption about the impossibility of evil-and especially of evil in high places.

Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.

Of course, it's a mystery to me why any American who can't be bothered to pay attention to politics unless Pamela Anderson is discussing it should be welcome in that conversation.

I always looked up to so many people before me and was lucky to become such good friends with them. I learned so much hanging out with those cats.

What's Cabin Nine?" Leo asked. "And I'm not a Vulcan!" "Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything.

If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it's O.K., but it's of no account.