Las Vegas is a very strange place. It's a place of broken dreams.

I sing against emotional dictatorships, and against the imposition of one person over another, in the name of love.

It has cost me a great deal to become myself. I don't want to be another person.

I was always the only black in the movie theater, the only black in class, the only black in the library, the only black in the discotheque. I always felt observed and judged.

Sure, I know that I cannot speak in proper English. I know that I can't sing in proper English. I don't care.

Hope is for people who wait. And I don't want to wait no more. I'm not scared anymore. I'm not scared of myself. Of my things. Of my fear. Of absolutely nothing. And that's music.

I loved Michael Jackson and Madonna. I styled my hair like Whitney Houston.

I live in a universe in which blame doesn't exist. I don't believe in being at fault; I believe in taking responsibility for your actions. If I do something wrong, I take responsibility for it.

I am the consequence of a particular type of demographic movement, one that has always involved paying a high price. But I don't know much about styles or genres. I only know notes and chords.

I feel what I sing, and I sing what I feel. Really, that's all I can do.

I'm not scared about saying what I think.

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. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.

Steal the hog and give the feet for alms.

You may not have any extra talent, but maybe you are just paying more attention to what you are doing.

The price of cowardice will only be evil. We shall reap courage and victory only when we dare to make sacrifices.

The height of cultivation always runs to simplicity.

Always stay true to yourself. Some people will like it, some people won't. Life goes on.

I'm not afraid, to take a stand Everybody come take my hand

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.

‎You cannot correct an old person every time they say something offensive. You would never make it through Thanksgiving dinner!