I feel very comfortable going at full speed.

I believe that the measure of a person's life is the affect they have on others.

The guys that improve every year are those that are always adding something to their game.

It's important for us, if we're going to be a good team, to be a good defensive team in the fourth quarter.

People have always doubted whether I was good enough to play this game at this level. I thought I was, and I thought I could be. What other people thought was really always irrelevant to me.

I learned at a young age to dribble with both hands, and that allows me to be more creative when I go against bigger and stronger opponents.

The NBA has the best point guards in the world, so it is important that I come ready to play every night.

My best move is probably my pull up jump shot.

My approach has been that a player with determination and a willingness to work harder than anyone else can accomplish anything. It's a simple formula. I've found it works.

Play because it's fun, and not to become a pro. If your goal is to become pro, the best way to realize that is by loving what you do.

We were excited to win, staying undefeated is just the icing.

We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

Home is where you will always have a place, where you will always feel loved, and you will never be alone.

Fasting was good for the imagination but bad for logic.

I am losing enough sleep to supply a worn-out army.

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

I don’t like boys who are mean to their mommies. That’s a real turn off for me. And I don’t like boys who aren’t chivalrous. To me, not being respectful is a big deal.

I've learned that, as much as you would like to, you can't trust everyone.

The strength of God will enable us, a small but faithful band, to overcome the multitude of the faithless.

At the end of the '90s and into 2000, electronic music was still an underground phenomenon, especially in America.

Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy best apparel on?