I wonder how Colin Powell sleeps at night. I would like to have a word with him because he lied. He lied. He lied to me. He lied to my face through the camera at the U.N.

I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.

I love to go on stage and sing.

I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

My love runs deeper than the wounds.

With age, life becomes complex and difficult, often fraught with risk on several levels, from the practical to the fiscal.

I listen to blues music a lot and that's a good person feeling bad and celebrating that pain by releasing it in that kind of joyous fashion.