My grandpa didn't believe in hugging and kissing, or saying I love you. His love had to do with the way he treated you. When he said, We're going here, we're going there, he was telling me about life. That was his love for me. My love for him was listening to what he said, keeping out of trouble, doing right, being fair.

Take your bottom lip and pull it over your head.

A white person listens to my act and he laughs and he thinks, 'Yeah, that's the way I see it too.' Okay. He's white. I'm Negro. And we both see things the same way. That must mean that we are alike..... So I figure I'm doing as much for good race relations as the next guy.

In my old neighborhood, a boy stopped playing when he began to lose his pulse. And then he became the referee.

Sometimes you try to help people, and it backfires on you, and then they try to take advantage of you.

Our children are trying to tell us something. And we are not listening.

Beware of people who fall at your feet. They may be reaching for the corner of the rug.