“All y’all can go to hell. Not Respectfully.”

I think, when you’re great, not everyone’s going to give you your props, and you can’t really worry about that. In my eyes, I’m still climbing. I’m still taking myself to the next levels in my career, and that’s fine with me. When it’s time for my rewards, I will get them.

I haven’t had sex in eight months. To be honest, I now prefer to go bowling.

I know I always say my occupation is not dancing, but dancing is in my heart, dancing makes me feel good.

When you find someone loyal cherish them because the word loyal is extinct, it doesn’t exist anymore.

I’m older, and I wish that a lot of things that I did in my life, I didn’t do, but I’m able to talk about it.

I want all my friends, family and fans to know that I am in good spirits and I will be fine.

In the beginning, yes I did go back… (but) I learned that if it’s continued abusive, you just can’t stay there. When guys are young, they make mistakes. Nobody’s perfect, but, if they do it more than once, then it’s definitely a habit

Today begins a new saga in my life which I expect to strengthen me and allow me time for reflection. I plan to write music while in prison, read and pray regularly and will come out a stronger, more confident woman.

It was a very emotional dinner. Everyone shared personal stories about her and gave her words of encouragement and inspiration. Everyone tried to remain positive.

My fan mail is what keeps me going.

Imagine for a minute yourself in the same shoes, the same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose.

If your immature, I’m out the door.

A lot of people let me down… A lot of people I thought were my friends turned on me.

You can’t really just make someone into something and it works all the time; that person has to be a natural.

I respect everybody, but at the same time, I carry myself with an aura that demands respect, too.

I do not have too much sex. I hardly have any sex, O.K.? A lot of people get the wrong perception of me.

The descent into Hell is easy.

I think slavery is the next thing to hell. If a person would send another into bondage, he would, it appears to me, be bad enough to send him into hell if he could.

He fashioned hell for the inquisitive.

I remember how being young and Black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.

Slavery is the next thing to hell.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

This is not a time to take our foot off the gas pedal. If we rally the American people, we can get a hell of a lot done.