“I love to sing, but it's just not fun anymore.” — Whitney Houston

I would stay in my room for days, for days at times, just trying to get it together, to know what my next phase was going to be.

In grammar school some of the girls had problems with me. My face was too light. My hair was too long. It was the black-consciousness period, and I felt really bad.

I'm older, I'm matured... I'm looking forward to the years to come. Good years.

I'm just fiercely protective. It's like, that's my lair and nobody messes with my lair.