I was skinny as a rail and had high cheekbones and a very interesting face - or so I was told.

I like to think of myself as a positive person. Otherwise I wouldn't have had a child.

It was very painful combing my hair. My grand-uncle was a Pentecostal bishop, and he was very strict: our hair couldn't be permed or straightened. So I just cut it all off.

I don't know what I'm going to be doing in two years or even in two weeks. I have to live for today.

I don't collaborate. You're born alone, you die alone, you get on stage alone.

I've had more misrepresentations than I can handle, and people have told the wickedest lies about me. A lot of them have taken their frustrations out on me, and I don't like that because it can wound. Not necessarily me, but those around me. Journalists can be so bad.

You can't expect your children to be perfect.