Illmaculate quotes

  • It's an accompaniment to life. It's not something that I do to rap; I smoke when I open my eyes...I don't know any other feeling.

  • The great thing about Weeds is that everything we do is never quite serious enough to be taken seriously. It always has humor behind it, and it think it makes it definitely more fun for the audience.

  • I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

  • I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes. I'm constantly singin' them down home blues, and not many people knows That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it... And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.

  • Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget's cough...

  • Educated: no. Stupid: yes. And when I say "stupid," I mean stupid fresh.

  • The first lady in my life, but now you're gone, I learned through the years to keep carrying on. Your picture brings me tears and memories, The way things could be...and they should be, but they're not.

  • I gave up smoking, I never gave up the drinking. But it's hard to smoke and swim at the same time. You'd get to the edge of the pool and all you'd be wanting is a cigarette when all you actually really want is oxygen. So I traded the smoke for the oxygen.

  • Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.

  • To rush in upon an event before its significance has had time to separate from the surrounding circumstances may be enterprising, but is it useful? ... The recent prevalence of these hot histories on publishers' lists raises the question: Should - or perhaps can - history be written while it is still smoking?