"In 1933, I was five years old. My father had died in 1931, and my mother was finally able to come to grips with the fact that we should move from our four-room Beck Street apartment in the Bronx, to a smaller apartment that would cost less."
"There is a spiritual which begins, 'Woke up this morning with my mind on freedom.' Well, I woke up this morning with my mind on the fact that this would have been our 56th wedding anniversary if Sylvia and I were still married."