Now I Had Won The Gold Medal.

Every Time I Look In The Mirror, I See That Kid From Louisville, Kentucky, Staring Back At Me. His Name Was Cassius Clay.

I Need To Be Famous So I Can Talk About Religion. I Can Talk About God. It's An Expensive Price That I Have To Pay To Be The Most Famous Man On Earth And I Do It With Pleasure Only For God. My Fight Is Only And Introduction To The Real Fight, The One For God. Fighting By Itself Doesn't Interest Me Anymore. I Want To Help People, The Black People And I Need Any Kind Of Media To Spread My Thought: God, Charity, Peace.

No Woman On This Whole Earth Can Please Me And Cook For Me And Socialise And Talk To Me Like My American Black Woman.

Christians Are My Brothers, Hindus Are My Brothers, All Of Them Are My Brothers. We Just Think Different And Believe Different.

I Am America. I Am The Part You Won't Recognize. But Get Used To Me. Black, Confident, Cocky; My Name, Not Yours; My Religion, Not Yours; My Goals, My Own; Get Used To Me.