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If bread is the first necessity of life, recreation is a close second.
Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.
I don't do this for the money, I don't do it for record sales, I don't really care about that, I just want to make beats.
I have really crooked teeth - they give me character!
I really just want to continue to challenge myself. And I want to continue to grow as an artist. I never want to stop.
Free and fair access to books - to reading - is a right and one we should fight for.
