Radio is better than writing because they can't lie. Cause sometimes writers be straight lying, bro, and these headlines be making me mad.

I don't have a message. You already have all these people telling you how to live, who to be, what to wear, what to drive, what drugs to do - I just want people to see what I see.

I live to die; better that than to live a lie.

You have to be able to differentiate between the different areas of life. It shows that we're all separate people, we're all different, but we're all the same.

As a living, breathing person, you must love things that derive from nature.

The world sucks, man. But Tesla does have a mid-size sedan now, and that's very important to the future.

School doesn't teach you much. School teaches you how to follow directions, that's what school is for.

I feel like it's impossible to be completely yourself, because you'll always get bored; you have to push your own limits.

I'm getting old! My back hurts, I got asthma, I just been listening to Amy Winehouse, trying not to cry. Life's crazy.

When I was a kid if you didn't have "Lil" in front of your name, you were trash.

If you're a voice for a community, then you're a voice for something more than yourself. I want to have an impact, because I don't want anybody to have to go through what I went through.

Don’t be afraid of those failures that do not lead to a loss of life or that do not incapacitate people.

To be happy, be yourself.

If you look at life one way there is always cause for alarm.

In a democracy it is necessary that people should learn to endure having their sentiments outraged.

You know you're getting old when kids start to dress like you used to and movies are made about your teen life.

The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.

When I thought my professional career was over, it hadn't even started yet.

No, the type-casting didn't happen until after Star Trek. I don't think that you get typecast until you've been cast!

Grunge, man, that was incredible. It was dangerous. It was not verse/chorus. Songs could be short, long, a lark, majestic. You were constantly being surprised.

In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.