“When Mother picked Michael’s shoes one day, she noticed gaping soles in the holes and brought him a new pair. He refused to wear them. I had to plead with him to discard the old shoes and, really tempting fate, to change his socks. Forget about it. “La Toya, these things are not important”, he said. “Why do people care about clothes? Music is what’s important to me, how it sounds, that I get it right. And why do we care about having new shoes? What about the man who has no shoes? Or the man who has no feet?… These are great shoes […] and I’m going to keep wearing them.” … At home, it was back to wrinkled jeans and old sweaters…”
Excerpts from La Toya’s book’s Growing up in the Jackson Family
— Michael Jackson
— Michael Jackson
“Oh God no. We had many talks about that (his looks). He had that inner light and he always considered himself to be extremely ugly. He said he’s not a handsome man. ‘That’s why I don’t do interviews and I don’t go on talk shows.’ He said ‘First of all, I don’t lead an interesting life, I work all of the time’ (and that’s what he did, he worked all of the time).
He never did really understand that he had that inner light.
Sitting and talking to Michael I would look into his eyes and I could see for 1,000 miles. He had these most incredible eyes. They come off good on film, but nothing like in person. When you’re actually sitting across there looking at him. Those eyes were unbelievable. There were times it would just stop me in my tracks and there were times I’d be around him where I’d kind of forget who he was and then it would dawn on me….’I’m sitting here next to Michael Jackson.’ I never really got over that. There were times he would do these quick little step things and they were like lightening. It was just so quick, so precise and just amazing.” - David Nordahl
Feel free to reblog and add your ideas to the list.
— Jermaine Jackson in You Are Not Alone: Michael, Through a Brother’s Eyes
— Michael Jackson
I’ve always wanted to be able to tell stories, you know, stories that came from my soul. I’d like to sit by a fire and tell people stories-make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I’d like to tell tales to move their souls and transform them. I’ve always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel, knowing they have that power.
Michael Jackson, Moonwalk
— Michael Jackson
“My appearance began to really change when I was about fourteen. I grew quite a bit in height. People who didn’t know me would come into a room expecting to be introduced to cute little Michael Jackson and they would walk right past me. I would say “I’m Michael,” and they’d look doubtful. Michael was a cute little kid; I was a gangly adolescent heading toward five feet ten inches. I was not the person they expected or even wanted to see. Adolescence is hard enough, but imagine having your own natural insecurities about the changes your body is undergoing heightened by the negative reaction of others.”
Michael Jackson | Moonwalk
![becky-mj:
“When Mother picked Michael’s shoes one day, she noticed gaping soles in the holes and brought him a new pair. He refused to wear them. I had to plead with him to discard the old shoes and, really tempting fate, to change his socks. Forget about it. “La Toya, these things are not important”, he said. “Why do people care about clothes? Music is what’s important to me, how it sounds, that I get it right. And why do we care about having new shoes? What about the man who has no shoes? Or the man who has no feet?… These are great shoes […] and I’m going to keep wearing them.” … At home, it was back to wrinkled jeans and old sweaters…”
Excerpts from La Toya’s book’s Growing up in the Jackson Family](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyz7noJ0XW1r6gi1wo1_500.jpg)
