I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn't see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music.

You're the first, the last, and my everything and the answer to all my dreams. You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star, my kind of wonderful, that's what you are

There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.

I went to jail at 16 for stealing tires off Cadillacs. When I got out I said, Never again.

Disco deserved a better name, a beautiful name because it was a beautiful art form. It made the consumer beautiful. The consumer was the star.

I'm very happy with this new record. It's dealing with different aspects of love-it's me making a statement about people doing something with their lives. It is about caring for others.

The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.

I kept my babies fed. I could have dumped them, but I didn't. I decided that whatever trip I was on, they were going with me. You're looking at a real daddy.

I'm never gonna quit, cause quitting' just ain't my schtick.

When I saw corruption, I was forced to find truth on my own. I couldn't swallow the hypocrisy.

I'm so thankful that your mine, your sweetness is my weakness.

Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming

poems open doors

Your true beauty lies in your heart. By all means let the world be inspired by it through your decisions and actions.

After two decades of personal finance reporting, I've heard every excuse in the book for not saving money. That said, none of them really hold up - at least over the long term.

I paint the spirit and soul of what I see.

...commerce, which is mistakenly classified among the productive forms of work, ought to be ranked first among the parasitical professions like those of monk, soldier, lawyer etc.

American labor rights activist, on activities of the National Farm Workers Association Human law may know no distinction among men in respect of rights, but human practice may.

Now painting is different. It's something recollected in tranquility.

I am confirmed in my belief that war is utter destructive violent chaos. There is no "art," no "order(s)," no "just war." No matter what the ideologies, wars are the same.

There are so many Jamaican people here in London, it's going to be like being at home for me.