Black employers are just as negative as the white employers concerning inner-city workers.

Crime, family dissolution, welfare, and low levels of social organization are fundamentally a consequence of the disappearance of work.

There is a tendency to want to treat blacks as a monolithic socioeconomic group.

My research clearly reveals that if we want to put inner-city workers to work immediately, we just can't rely on the private sector. They don't want to touch them; they don't want to hire them.

There are many positive things to say about the black community. No question about it.

The middle class has just fallen further and further behind the rich.

Prior to 1940, the affluent and the middle class began to converge, but after 1979, the economic gap between the middle class and affluent widened significantly.

Liberals were intimidated by the Reagan administration and did not want to appear naive by talking about programs that called for government support. I just said, 'The hell with that. I'm out there.'

Recovery begins from the darkest moment.

Movies are as old as psychoanalysis. So if I were to put you or anyone else on a couch and say, 'Tell me your favorite movies,' it would be a way of psychoanalyzing you.

Wisdom is meaningless until your own experience has given it meaning, and there is wisdom in the selection of wisdom.

The worst passion we mortals cherish is the desire to possess. Even when we know that our final destination is a hole not more than three feet square, we have the strongest craving

Gaiety is a quality of ordinary men. Genius always presupposes some disorder in the machine.

Place your attention 6 inches above your crown. God is breathing in and out there.

So What or Kind of Blue were done in that era, the right hour, the right day. It's over; it's on the record.

Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow because even today I still arrive.

As far as we know, everyone’s right— Strigoi don’t want to hang out in Palm Springs.” Eddie became about one percent less tense.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.