When all the stars were falling, they fell from above, and I thought of hate, and I thought of hate, and then I thought of love.
Fashion and all that comes after the music.
Im a hard worker, and everything with me is, if I work hard, I should get paid for it. Everything with me, I try to symbolize something flashy like jewelry or a car. The rubbing hands is a symbol of hustling, so it goes back to the money.
Popularity is the slutty little cousin of prestige.
One of my motivations in life is to be a billionaire.
I was 12 years fittin to be a billionaire; I was 15 years old as a millionaire. Ive been rich since I was 14. My son has been a millionaire since he was 12, so thats just the life. Weve been playing with money since young.
People, they love blood. They love action. Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit.
Can it be possible that all human sympathies can thrive, and all human powers be exercised, and all human joys increase, if we live with all our might with the thirty or forty people next to us, telegraphing kindly to all other people, to be sure? Can it be possible that our passion for large cities, and large parties, and large theatres, and large churches, develops no faith nor hope nor love which would not find aliment and exercise in a little "world of our own"?
That kid can hit balls over buildings.
When one gets beaten by somebody better, one has to know how to lose with humility. Sure, I could have served better. Sure, I could have hit my forehand harder. But the truth was this was like an avalanche, and there was no way to stop it.
We are all experts in our own little niches.