“Gospel goes with me wherever I go. Gospel is a constant with me.”

The man who gets me is getting one hell of a woman.

And I’ve been hurt hurt bad. I might be just twenty-six, but I’m an old woman in disguise twenty-six goin’on sixty-five.

I’m a big woman. I need big hair.

I sing to the realists; people who accept it like it is.

My faith always has been and always will be important to me.

Now, occasionally I will still have that quarter pounder because I love fast food, but you have to keep it to a minimum.

Women have broken through the glass ceiling, and they’re now more and more in the power seats.

Politics are not my arena. Music is.

Music does a lot of things for a lot of people. It’s transporting, for sure. It can take you right back, years back, to the very moment certain things happened in your life. It’s uplifting, it’s encouraging, it’s strengthening.

People really don’t have to give you anything, so appreciate what people give you. And just don’t let that go to your head, whatever it is they give you.

I’m the lady next door when I’m not on stage.

I love to sing. It’s just a natural thing for me.

Let’s start with the church. As you know, it’s my background, it’s a natural setting for me and it’s definitely my roots.

I don’t feel one’s personal medical condition is everybody’s business. It just isn’t something you advertise, and it’s not open to discussion.

I sing to the realists, people who accept it like it is. I express problems. There are tears when it’s sad and smiles when it’s happy. It seems simple to me, but for some people, I guess feelin’ takes courage.

Soul is a constant. It’s cultural. It’s always going to be there, in different flavors and degrees.

Art demands constant observation.

Every success story is a tale of constant adaption, revision and change.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.

Be slow to fall into friendship, but when you are in, continue firm and constant.

Concerning non-violence: it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.

We are constantly invited to be what we are.

Life itself is your teacher, and you are in a state of constant learning.