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Every Time An Old Person Dies, It's Like A Library Burning Down.

My Fondest Hope Is That 'roots' May Start Black, White, Brown, Red, Yellow People Digging Back For Their Own Roots. Man, That Would Make Me Feel 90 Feet Tall.

Brown People Wouldn't Speak To Someone Who Was Black.

When You Clench Your Fist, No One Can Put Anything In Your Hand.

Nobody Can Do For Little Children What Grandparents Do. Grandparents Sort Of Sprinkle Stardust Over The Lives Of Little Children.