Brandy Norwood

I don’t know how I feel right now.

And I’m looking at him like, ‘Oh my God. This is Michael Jackson’. I fainted, blacked out – like seriously blacked out.

I’ve always wanted to be a mom at 23, 24ish, ever since I was a little girl. I’m right on schedule.

I’m always smiling and happy.

I needed to explore my talent and versatility and see if I had another side to me, another sound.

I was rapping as a hobby. It was something I did for my friends and just played around on ideas and stuff like that.

You have to love your children unselfishly. That is hard. But it is the only way.

My parents were neither very poor nor conspicuously honest.

I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.

I’ve known people that was a part of a family and always feel that the family liked everyone else but them. That hurts, and that’s as deep a hurt as you can possibly get. I’ve known people that would have problems with their love life. This is kind of how blues began – out of feeling misused, mistreated. Feeling like they had nobody to turn to. Blues don’t necessarily have to be sung by a person that came from Mississippi as I did, because there are people having problems all over the world.

When I’m happier and healthier, my family is happier and healthier, and it affects how I interact with my friends and the people I work with.

I have not been a good father, but no father has loved his children more. Like my father, I decided the best thing I could do for my kids was work and provide. Fortunately, I’ve been able to do that. Unfortunately, my work was on the road, and that’s meant a life of one-nighters.

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.

I am lucky because my family are comfortably off. My father has his own glass business.

I have a wonderful shelter, which is my family. I have a wonderful relationship with my brother and sister; this makes me feel that I know always where I belong.

Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.

Nobody loves me but my mother – And she could be jivin’, too.

People say: “Oh yeah, jobs for the boys”. I wish. You’ve got to fight even harder with a family like mine.

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

I met with my lawyers. They gave me all the wrong advice. For a long time I refused to accept the child was mine. I should have met her, arranged a DNA test and accepted my responsibility.

Maybe that’s all that family really is, a group of people who all miss the same imaginary place.