There had been lots of crises in my life. And there was plenty of spunk and battle cry still left in me.

I never felt I belonged. I was always an outsider.

What broke Mom's heart was realizing that her children knew nothing and cared nothing about the better side of life.

I'm not afraid to die. I'm looking forward to it. I know the Lord has His arms wrapped around this big sparrow.

Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.

When I act I try to express the suffering or joy I've known during my lifetime.

There is a certain type of white Southerner who respects certain Negro individuals.