This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.
This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.
We didn't see what happened after mortars landed, only the puff of smoke. There were horrors that were completely left out of this war. So was this journalism? Or was this coverage?
I learned how music works dealing with Jermaine Dupri, and I learned how image works dealing with Puff Daddy.
My opponent called me a cream puff. Well, I rushed out and got the baker's union to endorse me.
When I came out rapping on my record, a lot of people said, Oh, you just want to be like Puff.
Every schoolmaster after the age of 49 is inclined to flatulence, is apt to swallow frequently, and to puff.
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
People think when you get a record deal all your problems will go away. We know that the bigger we get, the more problems we'll have. I guess Puff Daddy was somewhat - what's the word? - prophetic in that respect.
The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
Their spirits and their visions are embodied in their craft. And so is mine. It's not Jane Saw Puff. But the clarity of Jane Saw Puff is precious to me.
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness, and peril of falling?
If I were to become an emperor and raise a huge army, and sit on a throne, issuing commands and collecting taxes - O Nanak, all of this could pass away like a puff of wind. Seeing these, I might go astray and forget You, and Your Name would not enter into my mind.
The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit, till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade your praise Is not worth dying for.
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