When you are not practicing, someone else is getting better.

You have to go through good times and bad times to get where you're trying to go.

I don't want to be another Jordan, Magic, or Isiah. When my career is over, I want to be able to look in the mirror and say 'I did it my way'.

I'd rather have more heart than talent any day.

I play every game like it's my last game. All that matters is that you go out there and play every game as if it was your last.

I'm not perfect. But I am trying every day to concentrate on being better.

A jump shot can get you a shoe deal, a big house, a supermodel, fancy cars, a bunch of yes men, a Swiss bank account. But none of these things can get you a jump shot

Mistakes happen. But after a while you've got to stop making them happen twice.

When I was young, everyone laughed at me when I said that I wanted to be a professional basketball player...now it's my turn to laugh.

If you're struggling with your shooting, then do other things on the basketball court. Get steals, get assists, get rebounds-do anything on the court to help the team win.

I made a lot of mistakes, a lot of things I'm not proud of. But it's only for other people to learn from.

Persuasion is a strong but subdued outrider.

To love means not to impose your own powers on your fellow man but offer him your help. And if he refuses it to be proud that he can do it on his own strength.

Zen is a way of liberation concerned not with discovering what is good or bad or advantageous but what is.

Worrying about a large institution, especially when it has computers, is like worrying about a large gorilla, especially when it's on fire.

Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.

When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.

Best friends are important. They're the closest thing to a sister you'll ever have.

If we are given a chance to go back to our youth, we won't go back, because we cannot give up our accumulated wisdom and we cannot give up things that belong to our time!

Oh, wondrous power! how little understood, Entrusted to the mother's mind alone, To fashion genius, form the soul for good, Inspire a West, or train a Washington.

Common one, my illuminated one, oh my high in the art of suffering. Take a walk with me.