I Don't Know What Truculent Means, But

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.

God Gave Me This Illness To Remind Me That I'm Not Number One; He Is.

When I Was A Kid I Got Mad Enough To Want To Kill Somebody But As You Travel The World And I'm Struggling With A Freedom Fight Against Nations, You Can't Get Enough Hate In You To Be Mad At One Man Just Because It's A Boxing Match. Never. Even Floyd Paterson, Who Condemned My Islamic Religion And Didn't Want To Call Me Muhammad Ali And Said I Should've Gone To The Army And I Should Be In Jail.

I Came Back To Louisville After The Olympics With My Shiny Gold Medal. Went Into A Luncheonette Where Black Folks Couldn't Eat. Thought I'd Put Them On The Spot. I Sat Down And Asked For A Meal. The Olympic Champion Wearing His Gold Medal. They Said, "we Don't Serve Niggers Here." I Said, "that's Okay, I Don't Eat 'em." But They Put Me Out In The Street. So I Went Down To The River, The Ohio River, And Threw My Gold Medal In It.

If Some Black Man Go Out And Start Something, A Riot Or Something Or, I'm Not Going To Jump In It And Get Killed Because He's Gone Out And Started Something I Don't Believe In What He's Fighting For Or His Approach.