I don't know that I'd agree I was our best player.

Very few cities in the NHL have the history or the following of the Detroit Red Wings.

I've been hit hard a few times, been hit really hard a few times, but I don't think I've ever left a memorable, lasting impression on anyone I've ever hit.

I'm exhausted trying to stay healthy.

Balanced is probably what I am, although that's just a polite way to say that you don't do anything very well.

I hope people like me and appreciate me the way I am.

And for the team, I always tried to do the right thing.

People here want the team to win and to do well. The thing is, we know when to shoot the puck.

I also feel I adapted. I was willing to try to fit into any role. The way I figured, it was always up to me to prove my worth, that I deserved to be here.

I don't know if I've ever had a memorable body check. It's not really part of my game.

The 70's hair with the long on the sides, just doesn't look good coming down the sides of the helmet.

Had Satan not set himself in opposition to God . . . there would have been no need for God to send His Son to the cross.

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.

For science must breathe the oxygen of freedom.

There's always something to suggest that you'll never be who you wanted to be. Your choice is to take it or keep on moving.

If God came down here with the box that had the reason for living in it, I'd like to find just 2 words: The Music. That would be neat.

I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded my house and Love flooded my soul.

In the age when the atom has been split, the moon encircled, diseases conquered, is disarmament so difficult a matter that it must remain a distant dream?

Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.

I guess the issue for me is to keep things dynamic.