I feel, first of all, very privileged that these people think enough of me that they made me commissioner. And it's almost like, as Yogi Berra said, 'deja vu all over again.'

Always keep your composure. You can't score from the penalty box; and to win, you have to score.

When you are absolutely, positively sure you know all there is to know about anything, you're as far from the truth as you will ever be.

Every professional athlete owes a debt of gratitude to the fans and management, and pays an installment every time he plays. He should never miss a payment.

What makes it all worthwhile is we just play for the sheer enjoyment of entertaining people and... make our families and the team we played on and the people watching, proud of what we did.

My former wife made me a millionaire. I used to have three million dollars.

I wouldn't urinate in his ear if his brain was on fire!

I was a multi-millionaire from playing hockey. Then I got divorced, and now I'm a millionaire.

Nobody gives a crap about hockey down here - nobody. I coach kids' hockey down here and you can start to see the disinterest in the game here with the kids

Then to have Brett come along and follow in the footsteps, it's so gratifying. I get as much enjoyment out of watching Brett play as I did of entertaining people myself.

My job is to suggest and ratify and use any expertise that I might have gained over the 23 years in professional hockey to make our game a better game.

We must all cultivate our own creativity because we each have a God-given imagination that has the ability to bless generations and eternity.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

Companies thrive on the basis of the stories they tell.

This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.

What art ought to do is tell stories which are moment-by-moment wonderful, which are true to human experience, and which in no way explain human experience.

Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.

Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.

Great anger and violence can never build a nation.

One never took the time to savour the details; one said: another day, but always with the hidden knowledge that each day was unique and fatal, that there never would be a return, another time.

No, I don't belong to a retirement community.