No woman on this whole earth can please me and cook for me and socialise and talk to me like my American black woman.

Anywhere I go, there is always an incredible crowd that follows me. In Rome, as I land at the airport, even the men kiss me. I love Rome.

Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go ten thousand miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs and denied simple human rights?

Fighting by itself doesn't interest me anymore. I want to help people, the black people and I need any kind of media to spread my thought: God, charity, peace.

He's too ugly to be the champ!

I still looked the same - I had a swollen jaw.

Impossible is not a fact, it's an opinion.