I grew up in the heart of the Depression.

I was literally fabricated over in France and born about six months after the boat landed at Ellis Island. This was the heart of the Depression. For the first 12 years of my life we lived in a terrible ghetto on the East River.

But in fairness also to the idea of continuing success, you also have to exploit opportunities.

Do your best when no one is looking.

People have been killing because of racial differences since the time of Adam and Eve, but in this country racism has been primarily aimed at African Americans.

I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.

My family was poor, my father drove a cab for a living, but we felt normal because everybody else was in the same boat.