My fondest wish, I suppose, would be to die at the keyboard right after finishing a book, perhaps with a little time off to have some really good sex. It's not, 'Oh, thank God, this is book No. 250. I can die now. '
I feel like I can compete against any physical player.
Making the playoffs three consecutive seasons is a great accomplishment.
I want to continue to expand my game a little more, build my body and work on staying strong so I can play the way I've been playing, and holding my ground the way I've been holding my ground.
I'm doing my job. I'm doing what's expected out of me, and I'm proud of the way I've been able to perform and contribute.
If our minds and hearts are into it, we can be a heck of a team. We can beat anybody.
It doesn't matter who gets what. It's just a matter of doing what it takes to win.
Press on! If Fortune play thee false To-day, tomorrow she'll be true; Whom now she sinks she now exalts, Taking old gifts and granting new, The wisdom of the present hour Makes up the follies past and gone; To weakness, strength succeeds, and power From frailty springs! Press on, press on!
I guess I like a lot of directors. Or at least I try to.
Having a great intellect is no path to being happy.
Everything is dangerous to him that is afraid of it.