Paradise Is To Be The Ultimate Instrument,

Revolutionaries Don't Get Job Security. They Compete With Rats For Cheese And With Strays For Shelter--after The Big Bullets Make Feet Out Of Their Knees.

That We Arrived At Fifty Years Together Is Due As Much To Luck As To Love, And A Talent For Knowing, When We Stumble, Where To Fall, And How To Get Up Again.

We Both Grew Up In The Atmosphere Of Struggle, Both Ossie And Me, ... I Come Out Of Harlem And Harlem Comes Out Of Me - Wailing Police Sirens And Street Parties, Rumors And Landlords, That Cultural, Spiritual Scene. And Ossie Came Up From The South, Where Struggle And Dying Were Part Of Everyday Life. That Is Who We Are.

See, I Don’t Expect To Win A Prize For Stoic Control And Dignity At Mourning Time. Death Deserve Tantrums. Beating Back Shocked Indignation, Kicks In The Groin, Stones, Classified Unacceptable, Not To Be Tolerated, Not To Be Wooed, Not To Be Conspired With. Only Then Can Music, Dance, Movies, Plays, Rap Be About Life. Only Then Can Life Be Cherished And Adored.

The World Has Improved Mostly Because Unorthodox People Did Unorthodox Things. Not Surprisingly, They Had The Courage And Daring To Think They Could Make A Difference.