Time is how you spend your love.

Can't a rapper insist, like other artists, on a fictional reality, in which he is somehow still on the corner, despite occupying the penthouse suite?

You don't come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your own desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. A reality shaped around your own desires - there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

Desire is never final, desire is imprecise and impractical [...]

In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time.

English fiction was something I loved growing up, and it changed my life - it changed the trajectory of my life.

Revelation is where all crazy people end up. It's the last stop on the nutso express.