Blow up your TV...throw away your paper...move to the country and build you a home. Plant a little garden...eat a lot of peaches...try and find Jesus on your own.

Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me in a neighborhood where I had to jump and chase daily. It only made me what I am today.

You can't stay in your home town and play because the two people will get tired of seeing you.

I wanted to be a skinny little ballerina but I was a voluptuous little Italian girl whose dad had meatballs on the table every night.

I never had, like, a nanny that took care of me. My mom always fed me breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

It's not me trying to act or pose in a certain way. It's a lifestyle - like a suaveness or a swag, per se.