All We Sell Is The Greatest Feeling

I Never Want To Get To That Level Of Poverty Where Taking A Bath Has To Be A Hot-pot Experience.

It Was Absolutely Killing Me That I've Spent The First 25 Years Of My Life Tryin' To Avoid Bullets. That Was Always The Main Concern. Don't Go Out Late. Don't Go To Any Shady Neighborhoods. Don't Hang In Bars Alone. Why? Because You Wanna Avoid Bullets. So Once I Get To 35 Then I Was Like "woo, Okay. Made It." And Now There's A New Warning. Now It's Like Strokes; I Gotta Watch My Health.

Meaninglessness Takes Hold Because Meaninglessness Is Addictive.

I'm A 24-hour Tweet Machine, I'm A 24-hour Blogger. When There's No Pressure On Me, I Can Talk And Write And Lecture With The Best Of Them. But Put A Deadline On Me And I Start Getting Writer's Block.

I Grew Up In Somewhat Of A War Zone In West Philadelphia In 1985, '86. It Wasn't As Extreme As Someone Coming In The Classroom And Just Unloading On A Class, But I Knew To Take The Scenic Route To Go To The Grocery Store To Avoid Certain Elements.