Writing in my journal keeps me focused on my spirit and what I need or feel.

The energy of the crowd fuels something new inside. It reminds me to live in the moment.

Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be?

The climate of today is not really focused as much as it was then on being able to speak about different cultural issues or different situations that were going on politically.

Fear is not a part of my vocabulary, actually.

Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby If I ain't got you baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, Yeah

I've always been strong-minded, but I wonder.