It feels great to have my hard work pay off, especially when the fans made it hard for me.

I believe that the measure of a person's life is the affect they have on others.

The guys that improve every year are those that are always adding something to their game.

It's important for us, if we're going to be a good team, to be a good defensive team in the fourth quarter.

People have always doubted whether I was good enough to play this game at this level. I thought I was, and I thought I could be. What other people thought was really always irrelevant to me.

I learned at a young age to dribble with both hands, and that allows me to be more creative when I go against bigger and stronger opponents.

The NBA has the best point guards in the world, so it is important that I come ready to play every night.

My best move is probably my pull up jump shot.

My approach has been that a player with determination and a willingness to work harder than anyone else can accomplish anything. It's a simple formula. I've found it works.

Play because it's fun, and not to become a pro. If your goal is to become pro, the best way to realize that is by loving what you do.

We were excited to win, staying undefeated is just the icing.

Paranormal events are just edges of the infinite we “happen” to encounter.

A complainer rarely succeeds

Change is difficult, but necessary for salvation. Turn from your sins and acknowledge Jesus as your Lord and Savior. Let Him take control of your life. He won’t let you down. He’s not you. He’s God.

Disneyland's a mess. And it's not just the measles. Donald Duck has bird flu. Pocahontas has small pox. The Little Mermaid has crabs. And the Monorail? Mono.

It took a while for me to grasp that my colleagues believe I have made an impact on the history of cinema.

The God of the Bible is a moral monstrosity.

Monkey can make a long jump with his muscles; and man, with his wisdom!

You can have the best of intentions and think you're doing the right thing but you fall down when you're going against your own instinct.

He treats me like the dirt under my feet.

When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?