I'm going to quit writing.

Mine was an easy ride compared to Jackie Robinson's.

I never had an occasion to question color, therefore, I only saw myself as what I was... a human being.

As a man, I've been representative of the values I hold dear. And the values I hold dear are carryovers from the lives of my parents.

I wouldn't change a single thing, because one change alters every moment that follows it.

We suffer pain, we hang tight to hope, we nurture expectations, we are plagued occasionally by fears, we are haunted by defeats and unrealized hopes . . . The hoplessness of which I speak is not limited.

My autobiography was simply the story of my life.