Never forget your roots, and always be proud of where you come from.

Tupac the son of the Black Panther, and Tupac the rider. Those are the two people inside of me. I was raised off those ideals.

I must confess to some sentiment about old Ireland, in spite of the ugly mask she tries to wear.

I was called a terrorist yesterday, but when I came out of jail, many people embraced me, including my enemies, and that is what I normally tell other people who say those who are struggling for liberation in their country are terrorists. I tell them that I was also a terrorist yesterday, but, today, I am admired by the very people who said I was one.

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

We are with Europe, but not of it. We are linked, but not comprised. We are interested and associated, but not absorbed. And should European statesmen address us in the words which were used of old - "Shall I speak for thee to the King or the Captain of the host?" - we should reply with the Shunamite woman: "Nay, Sir, for we dwell among our own people."