Nas Quotes

I wrote 'All You Could Ask For' to honor a friend, Heidi Armitage, who left us much too soon in 2009 at the age of 43.

One of my favorites is one called 'Rory's Radio' that I wrote about my brother Jeff's best friend growing up - his name was Rory Dunigan. I dedicated my first record to my brother, who got killed in a car accident in 1999, and I really didn't have any songs on the first album about him, nothing on a personal note.

Every year I do a song for my homeboy Valley, who passed away from a heart attack.

'Lauder' is a favorite because the name of the song is a friend of mine who passed away.

To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

The CD is dedicated to our dog Nell, who passed away last year.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

Our dad was a great guy and we will never forget him.

I very much loved my late wife, Diana Joy Colbert, and I'd rather hold onto what I can.

Eric Turner, may he rest in peace. When I first got in the league he was just a friend to me.

When it comes to my Uncle Jack, my father, or any other loved ones we've lost, I believe in honoring lives, not deaths.

The passing of my accountant, Mary Coleman, who was the first person I shouted out on 'In Memory of...' was particularly devastating for me. She was beyond my accountant. She was my mother away from home.

The loss of my father will always sting. But now, everything that I do is in honor of him and celebrates his life.

I'm going to miss Saroj Ji and I will cherish all the fond memories I have of her.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Even the death of Friends will inspire us as much as their lives. They will leave consolation to the mourners, as the rich leave money to defray the expenses of their funerals, and their memories will be incrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monuments of other men are overgrown with moss; for our Friends have no place in the graveyard.

One last toast, to our friend, Owen Hart. We'll never forget you, buddy.