A Quote by Eminem

I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat — © Eminem
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
If you write a story based on a real person, you're trapped by the details of the real person and his life. It gets in the way of writing your own story.
I think that 'Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance' was mentally taxing, if only because I had to go to a Christmas party shortly after I had wrapped photography in Romania at two in the morning as the Ghost Rider. The invitation had a Christmas ornament on it with Ghost Rider's face on it as a tree.
Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.
I'm a little bit like a turducken: I'm sort of like an Indian person, wrapped in a British person, wrapped in an American kind of thing.
One learned gentleman, "a sage grave man," Talk'd of the Ghost in Hamlet, "sheath'd in steel"— His well-read friend, who next to speak began, Said, "That was poetry, and nothing real;" A third, of more extensive learning, ran To Sir George Villiers' Ghost, and Mrs. Veal; Of sheeted Spectres spoke with shorten'd breath, And thrice he quoted Drelincourt on Death.
Over the years, I've come to realize that sometimes a ghost isn't always a ghost. Sometimes, telling a ghost story is a way to talk about something else present in the air, taking up space beside you. It can also be a manifestation of intuition, or something you've known in your bones but haven't yet been able to accept.
I feel much safer faced with a blank sheet of paper than I do with a real person.
A lot of times, you beat a person who beat a person who can beat you. I mean, it doesn't make any sense.
I remember I used to go to The Laugh Factory and just goof off onstage, and then I'd see Dane Cook. He did a bit about his Mom making the bed in the summertime when he was a kid. He just said "Vroom!" and threw the sheet up in the air and the sheet would just stay over the bed for like a minute and a half. All he had were his arms out, but I could see the sheet. And he didn't do anything. He just kept it there. And I went, "I have to write more."
Spiritual people don't float around all day on clouds of glory; they live in the real world and deal with real issues in real ways.
One time I stayed at a haunted motel. When I checked into my room, there was a sheet on the floor, and I thought it was a ghost that had passed out, so I kicked it.
My last real job was selling air time for CBS affiliates. I quit that when I was 28, and that was the last real job I had. I beat the system. I've been able to do this full-time for almost 15 years.
I try to beat back the producers and engineers so they - there's not an excess of stuff used to squeeze my voice to make it artificial. There's a person in there, and people will listen; if they hear another person speak to them, they'll listen because it's lonely out here.
Souls are not designed to float around in thin air.
We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.
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