The struggle goes on. The victory is in the struggle, for me. And I accepted that a long time ago.

I was an organizer in the Food, Agricultural and Tobacco Workers Union down in North Carolina.

I know who I am. I don't have to brag. I know what I contributed. I know what I did. You think you can do it better? Hey, go right ahead. The stage is yours.

I went to all the Love-Ins. I took my kids. I enjoyed myself.

I have an old brain but a terrific memory.

Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I'd take them all to dinner. All runaways.

The struggle goes on. The victory is in the struggle, for me. And I accepted that a long time ago.