In America, it is difficult to be your own man.

My autobiography was simply the story of my life.

I find myself, at this time in my life, no less challenged, no less plagued, no less intrigued by what I still don't know.

To be compared to Jackie Robinson is an enormous compliment, but I don't think it's necessarily deserved.

I decided in my life that I would do nothing that did not reflect positively on my father's life.

So it's been kind of a long road, but it was a good journey altogether.

I was a gift to my mother. She was a remarkable person. God or nature, or whatever those forces are, smiled on her, then passed me the best of her.