God made the world for the delight of human beings.
When I was very young I wanted to be an opera singer, a ballet dancer. . . The people I loved were a little different.
I'm a very free woman, and maybe freedom is erotic in that way. Maybe it's conceived of as something dangerous, and dangerous - in that creative and wild way - is sensuous and erotic. For me it's more about making what I feel, but there's always a reason, a level of integrity and classical expression in what I do.
I don't want to be in front of the camera forever. I'm not thirsty. I'm not a pop star. I don't want to reign over all forever. I don't want to be famous! It makes me feel sick, the thought of being a famous person. It's just not me. I'm the happiest when I'm in the studio, not on a beauty parade.
The idea's the idea: It's about what you do, and not who you are.
I do have traditional values: I believe in being a good person and being polite.
No boyfriend wants to see their girlfriend in a video with a big, handsome black dude feeding his fingers into her mouth, do they? But that concept is my expression, and boyfriends have to deal with that, don't they?
For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.
However much we guard against it, we tend to shape ourselves in the image others have of us.
I guess I've always had such an identity crisis when it comes to other people's understanding of me. I don't feel it in myself but from an outsider's point of view, I can see they must be thinking, "Who the hell does this guy think he is?" But recently I've been thinking, okay, a white guy can't sing soul, but would a black person be made exempt from singing opera because it's not a tradition that belongs to them? It's the same kind of argument.
No such thing as humanity without flaws.