“Music is like magic. There's a certain feeling you get when you real and you spit and people are feelin' your shit."”

“Cause sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.”

“You get used to people being a certain way; you depend on it. And when they surprise you, for better or worse, it can shake you to your core.”

“Pain is real when you get other people to believe in it. If no one believes in it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria.”

“Once you get into cosmological shit like this, you got to throw away the instruction manual.”

“It's music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you're being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you're carrying out the will of God, and God wants these people dead”

“If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.”

“You see it's awfully hard to talk or write about your own stuff because if it is any good you yourself know about how good it is — but if you say so yourself you feel like a shit.”

“Is she for real?” He paused and reconsidered. “Are you for real? Spells? Magic? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I drink blood and control people’s minds. But I’ve never heard of anything like this.”

“I feel the popular music of a certain time really tells you a lot about what life was like in that period.”