If you ever plan to motor west, travel my way, take the highway that is best. Get your kicks, on Route Sixty-six.

I felt something impossible for me to explain in words. Then, when they took her away, it hit me. I got scared all over again and began to feel giddy. Then it came to me... I was a father.

I'm in the music business for one purpose - to make money.

I was a guinea pig for some hoodlums who thought they could hurt me and frighten me and keep other Negro entertainers from the South.

Only time, education and plenty of good schooling will make anti-segregation work.

I can't bear to see myself even in movies. The feeling is complex. I can't stand the sight of myself.

I often wonder whether Negroes like myself who are pretty well known help out at all in breaking down barriers.