My hits are not hits.

Sometimes I get scared that I’m going to enter a web address into Twitter thinking it was my browser. That would be bad.

Whenever they say it can’t be done, remind them that they make a jellybean that tastes exactly like popcorn.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

You gotta be able to explain things to yourself when the lights go off and you get in the bed. You gotta deal with you at the end of the day.

I'm interested in living more of a life that's invisible to everybody and more vibrant to a fewer people that are in my life.

What is being black? It's making the most of your life, not taking a single moment for granted. Taking something that's seen as a struggle and making it work for you, or you'll die inside. Not to say that my struggle is like the collective struggle of black America. But maybe my struggle is similar to one black dude's.