When I’m on the court, I try to play with all my emotion and heart.

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.

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.

Very gifted people may be sociopathic in varying degrees.

Holy Moses, let us live in peace. Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease. There's a man over there, what's his colour I don't care, he's my brother, let us live in peace.

Nobody who gets too damned relaxed builds up much flying time.

I think it's keeping a surprise element, so that the audience never gets ahead of you. I like to pull the rug out from audiences, I don't like for them to think they know what's happening next.

I wonder sometimes if I'm the only one spending my life making the same mistake over and over again or if that's simply human. Do we all tend toward a single besetting sin?

Procrastination is the soul rebelling against entrapment.

Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.

Any departure from fact is the first step on a slippery slope toward unbelievability.