If you go to ice and you think, 'I must score' or 'I must get some points,' you won't score or get any points. You must go and play and don't think about it.

I wear tinted visor not to trick other players, but so hot girls in stands don't see me looking at them

I never look forward. I live for today. If you think about what's going to happen in a year, in two years, then you begin to plan. And plans never come true.

My weapon isn't my shot. It's me.

Nobody ever tells me to give them a pass or anything. My job is to score goals, and if I don't shoot the puck, I can't score goals.

I'm okay. Russian machine never breaks.

I want to win, I want to win everything. If I have a chance to win, why not?

I don't care what people say about me and what they think about me. I care about my team and I care about myself. Lots of people watch hockey, and I think everybody has different thinking.

Right now I'm scoring goals and I'm the king of the world. And a couple weeks ago I was almost in the toilet. So maybe you just forget to flush me.

My hair was too big. And my head is big, and my hair is big, so my helmet gets too small. So I have to make a haircut.

Hockey is my life, you know. If I do not play hockey, I do not know what I do.

It is my belief that marriage is made holy by two souls in communion, not by the order of the law.

It's nice to have a situation where you can make it fun.

I feel ruefully sure, also, that one must be at least one sort of fool to rush in over ground so well trodden by the angels.

The salient fact about the decades ahead is that we are entering a permanent global energy crisis and it will change everything about how we live.

If we drop money, we are usually very sad if the money is big. But for example, if we drop 310 dollars, we can relax, because this is very small in the 3-adics.

Receptivity requires a nimbleness, a fine-honed sensitivity in order to let one's self be the vehicle of whatever vision may emerge.

We can scale the heights of mountains and see the world rayed out before us, but we fail to recognize that which is before us

Look deep into the pupil stare into the black, you'll be able to see the soul what is it doingLaughing? Dancing? Crying? Screaming?

I did not come into the world to prove anything. I came into the world to love everyone and everything.

We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?