the real reason of my not standing up was I felt that I had a right to be treated as any other passenger. We had endured that kind of treatment for too long.

I didn't want to. I didn't think I should have to. I didn't feel that it was the right thing for us to be enduring.

God has always given me the strength to say what is right.

There is just so much hurt, disappointment, and oppression one can take... The line between reason and madness grows thinner.

I had felt for a long time that, if I was ever told to get up so a white person could sit, that I would refuse to do so.

People always say that I didn't give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn't true. I was not tired physically... No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.