Well, especially now I come to realize - and then - I would do my schooling which was three hours with a tutor and right after that I would go to the recording studio and record, and I'd record for hours and hours until it's time to go to sleep.

I've learned that love is not possessive and I've learned that love won't wait. Now I've learned that love needs expression, but I learned too late.

I'm never satisfied with what I do. I always think I can do it a lot better.

Once at a record store in San Francisco, over a thousand kids showed up. They pushed forward and broke a window. A big piece of glass fell on top of this girl. And the girl's throat was slit. She just got slit. And I remember there was blood everywhere. Oh God, so much blood. And she grabbed her throat and was bleeding and everyone just ignored her. Why? Because I was there and they wanted to grab at me and get my autograph. I wonder whatever happened to that girl.

I deserve a fair trial, like every other American citizen. A large amount of ugly, malicious misinformation has been released to the media about me.

Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye, but the dance lives on.

May we continue to remember not to judge man by the color of his skin, but the content of his character.