I would like to understand my father.

I'll never forget that little apple box I stood on because I couldn't reach the microphone. My name was written on it and it's sitting at Diana Ross's house now. She has all my little doodling papers I would draw and write.

They did it to try and belittle me, to try and to take away my pride. But I went through the whole system with them. And at the end, I - I wanted the public to know that I was okay, even though I was hurting.

Deep in the darkness of passions insanity, I felt taken by lust's strange inhumanity.

I want my work to help people rediscover the child that's hiding in them.

The Earth we share is not just a rock tossed through space, but a living, nurturing being. She cares for us, she deserves our care in return.

You can't hurt me, I found peace within myself.