It's an abnormal world I live in. I don't belong anywhere. It's like I'm floating down the middle. I'm never quite sure where I am.

Every time you win, it diminishes the fear a little bit. You never really cancel the fear of losing; you keep challenging it.

I may not be walking with you all the way, or even much of the way, as I walk with you now.

Drummed into me, above all, by my dad, by the whole family, was that without your good name, you would be nothing.

I strongly believe the black culture spends too much time, energy and effort raising, praising, and teasing our black children about the dubious glories of professional sports.

My potential is more than can be expressed within the bounds of my race or ethnic identity.

I have become convinced that we blacks spend too much time on the playing field and too little time in libraries.