I feel good doing it. It's not like guys are stripping me at half-court or I'm just losing the ball dribbling. I think I'm handling the ball pretty well, just trying to make good passes, man.

You sacrificed for us - you're the real MVP.

So many people doubted me. They motivated me every single day, to be, who I am.

In the game of basketball, I play first off because I love it. I love to have fun. I love to run up and down the court.

I didn’t fall in love with it just because it was me playing. I fell in love with it because I’ve got guys like this – like these guys every single day that push me to be the best that I can be.

Whoever want my spot can play me one-on-one for it.

The grass is not always greener on the other side. You learn to appreciate these people.

First off, I'd like to thank God for changing my life. It let me really realize what life is all about. Basketball is just a platform for me to inspire people, and I realize that.

My dream was to become a rec league coach. That's what I wanted to do. I wanted to stay home and help the kids out and be a coach.

This city, all they want us to be is ourselves. You love us how we are. We’re all a work in progress as men and you still love us and I thank you so much for embracing us.

Last, I just want to thank God again. He's the first and the last. Alpha and Omega. I thank you for saving my life.

Wherever, I am, you will always be in my heart.

Don't get hung up on a snag in the stream my dear. Snags are not so dangerous-it's the debris that clings to them that makes the trouble. Pull yourself loose and go on.

Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn't a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.

I would say most of my style is driven by functionality and comfort.

These are terrible people in ISIS, not masterminds.

A love story - your own, or anyone else's - is interior, hidden. It can never be accurately reported, only imagined. It is all dreams and invention. It's guesswork.

I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.

The world has become uglier since it began to look into a mirror every day; so let us settle for the mirror image and do without an inspection of the original.

My mic is a Magnum. See me and this chick, we go back like Cro-Magnon. Man...we did it in the back of your Magnum; I said, 'Put them Lifestyles back, give me the Magnums.'

One way to work the system is to work the system. The other way is to refuse to work it.