Two things happened. The creative side of my career was harmed. When I'd sit down and write under the influence of coke, the ratio of pages kept to pages thrown out declined drastically. But onstage, when rapping about a feeling I already owned, I would sometimes get a burst of eloquence.

Does killing time damage eternity?

Hitler never bothered with restaurant reservations; he just dropped by. And somehow they always found him a table.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

Is there another word for synonym?

Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky.

Anyone who's onstage is going to attract a certain number of misguided people. But I was never very interested in groupies. Instead of thinking about the sex, I'd always think about the clap and the crabs those people have.