“Consequence is no coincidence.”

It’s silly when girls sell their souls because it’s in.

Everyone is in the same situation, at different levels and in different places.

The sweetest thing I’ve ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone.

In my family, there was not an abundance of wealth, but there was an abundance of love. So there was always humor, and there was joy and there was comfort and there was this environment just to have a good time.

We call ourselves creators and we just copy.

A lot of us are too busy focusing on what we think people want to hear, as opposed to just saying what’s in our hearts.

You improve yourself and light up the corner that you live on. You may not touch a gazillion lives, but you can light up your own space, light up your home.

I think what people are attracted to about me, if anything, is my passion. People got exposed to my passion through music and song first.

Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies.

See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.

Anything that is not growing is dead.

I consider myself a crayon. I may not be your favorite color but one day you’ll need me to complete your picture.

The only way to know is to Live, Learn, and Grow.

If I’d known white people were going to buy my last album, I never would have recorded it.

You could get the money, you can get the power, but keep your eyes on the final hour.

It’s emotional warfare telling the people we love, the most, the truth about ourselves.

Silence in a relationship can be light or heavy. When it’s light, it’s because you’ve got nothing left unsaid. When it’s heavy it’s because there’s so much you’re keeping hidden away.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

It does not matter how much water your glass contains; never pour your water out, if it means sacrificing a refill.

The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!

The more unintelligent a man is, the less mysterious existence seems to him.

Hell isn’t other people. Hell is yourself.

Some people are homeless not because they don’t have a roof over their head. but because they’re no more with the people they used to call their home.

The idea of America is a mutt-culture, isn’t it? Who the hell is America if not everybody else?