And when other people see me play basketball...the way I treat my teammates, the opponents, the refs, that's all a reflection of God's image and God's love so that's the stuff I try to focus on.

All these people, all these things came into my life, and they're all blessings from God. And now that I look back, I realize that these are His fingerprints all over my story.

I'm not playing for other people; if I start thinking in those terms I would put too much pressure on myself. I play basketball because that is what I love to do.

Sometimes you come up against a mountain and you end up making the mountain seem bigger than God.

You don't get better if you win all the time. You look at yourself more when you lose.

My identity is in Christ, not in basketball.

I want to be a representative and be a role model for the Asian American community.

I have worked out with the Thunder, Lakers, Knicks, Grizzlies, Spurs, and a few others before the draft. I have worked out primarily against shorter and supposedly faster players in these workouts.

Well, I'm not here to live up to anyone else's expectations-I'm here to live up to mine.

For me, when I get knocked down, I really try to get back up and go at it again. I don't like to give up.

If you look back at my story, it doesn’t matter where you look, but God’s fingerprints are all over the place.

No one escape death!

No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

Enjoy the little things for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

Whose rights will we acknowledge? Whose human dignity will we respect? For whose well-being will we, as a people, assume responsibility?

Rude interviewers are ten a penny, and politicians have long since learned how to cope.

There's people that focus on the game and forget about the art. There's that specific special individual that can do both.

real beauty is never vain.

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

We control the machine. At one point the machine controlled us.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248 of Linger.