I started playing professional basketball in 1971, and I played professionally for five seasons before going to Philadelphia.

The key to success is to keep growing in all areas of life - mental, emotional, spiritual, as well as physical.

If you don't do what's best for your body, you're the one who comes up on the short end.

I always try to keep a pretty conservative demeanor on the court.

You can feel the vibes, feel the people pulling for you.

Being a typical Pisces, I might have experienced mood shifts, but I don't remember any depression, or needing to do anything, or to have someone bring me out of being depressed.

I keep both eyes on my man. The basket hasn't moved on me yet.

I firmly believe that respect is a lot more important, and a lot greater, than popularity.

Being a professional is doing the things you love to do, on the days you don't feel like doing them.

I had to spend countless hours, above and beyond the basic time, to try and perfect the fundamentals.

I think I started learning lessons about being a good person long before I ever knew what basketball was. And that starts in the home, it starts with the parental influence.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing.

Catch my heart and take my Hand to find yourself some Big Time Love.

Everything you do on set is directly related to your imagination when you read the script for the first time.

The problem we have is not Labour, in however it is configured.

He [Gandhi] was not one of those saints who are marked out by their phenomenal piety from childhood onwards, nor one of the other kind who forsake the world after sensational debaucheries.

Every one of the world's dictatorships can and does claim to be acting in the name of the people.

Look, lovers: almost separately they come towards us through the flowery grass and slowly; parting's so far from thought of, they indulge the extravagance of walking unembraced.

End is a gloomy word.

The self persists like a dying star, In sleep, afraid.