I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too.
William Saroyan, My Heart’s in the Highlands
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
William Shakespeare (via mico6