But what about-brace yourself-earnest. If you dethrone sincerity with irony, you get an equal tyrant by the end of the day, and I'm kind of tired of it. Because what makes me feel uncomfortable is saying, like, 'Do you mind telling me that I'm good, or that you love me, just so I can feel OK?' That's the shit I'm scared of, being seen as some fucking lame dude. It's way harder to be a bit naive and soppy without going not, or lol, or I jack off all the time.

A lot of my rhymes are just to get chuckles out of people. Anybody with half a brain is going to be able to tell when I'm joking and when I'm serious.

The promise of this life is imperiled by the very genius that has made it possible.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.

Love, when spelled backwards and read phonetically, reads evil.