I feel so good singing songs that I sang with my father.

If I wasn't my age, I would turn a flip. I would do some cartwheels. That's how I feel.

I'm singing these songs to inspire you, to keep you going, to lift you up and give you a reason to get up in the morning

There's still injustice happening in my world. I sing my songs at concerts and I'm so grateful that the people are ready to hear them.

I won't wear rings and jewelry on the stage because I don't want you looking at my hands. I want you hearing what I'm saying.

I have to pinch myself sometimes. It's unbelievable, but it's not. Because I know that this would not be happening if it hadn't been for Dr. Martin Luther King.

Well Lord, I'm still on the case. I'm still doing what Dr. King and Pops want me to do. I'm still on that freedom highway, and I'm going to walk on it until Dr. King's dream is realized.

I never sang for a Grammy, for money, for fame. That's my whole purpose for singing: for people, for the fans.

We stay strong. We stay positive, keep our heads up, love one another, spread love. The Devil can't win when you have God on your side.

There is a great feeling in a small venue, with the closeness of the people and the intimacy.

Music is such a joy, just an absolute joy.

We solely choose how we interpret something said, a behavior or action of another. No one can make us feel anything we don’t choose for ourselves.

She wasn’t just a faithful friend, she was the closest thing to heaven I allowed myself to know. Through her I received joy in my heart and began to love others.

I'm doing four hours of gymnastics training a day, six days a week and then an extra two to three hours in a fitness center as well.

If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.

Lost time can never be found again

Dear Hotel People: We don't need a cheeseball clock-radio. WE NEED PLACES TO PLUG STUFF IN. Thank you.

Shirley and Griffey get along like a rattler and a parrot.

It is only alone, truly alone that one bursts apart, springs forth.

The unbeliever imagines that religion pretends to offer answers, while the believer knows that the only promise it makes is to multiply questions.

What fits your busy schedule better, exercising one hour a day or being dead 24 hours a day?