My motto is very simple. Win a Ring for the King.
No one plays this or any game perfectly. It's the guy who recovers from his mistakes who wins.
There's a term, agape, you hear used a lot with charismatic religious groups, that it's this more pure love of caring, of sharing of concern and understanding. I think players and teams have to come to that at some point in the season to become successful. Maybe not "personal friends," but they become teammates at the highest level of that term.
I care about systematically playing basketball. If the spacing isn't right, if guys are standing on top of each other, if there aren't lanes to be provided, or rebounders available to offensively rebound the ball, or we don't have defensive balance when a shot goes up, all of these things are fundamental basketball. I follow it.
My accountant tells me I can't be a California resident anymore. I spend too much of my time in New York.
Not everyone has a purpose.
I'm not railing, 'This is inadequate' or 'This isn't right. ' Just show me what will work.
I’ll see you in your dreams, okay, stupid?
It is a widely accepted notion among painters that it does not matter what one paints as long as it is well painted. This is the essence of academicism.
Unwilling am I, in the evening of a life nearly consumed in public cares, to quit a peaceful abode for an Ocean of difficulties
When you walk out onstage in front of 65,000 people, it can bring you to tears.