“I love my son more than any of you can imagine.”

Me personally, I’ve never been the type of person to judge anyone over wrongdoing, no matter what it is. I’m just not a judgmental person.

The type of work I do is more like CrossFit, so I do track workouts, and I do boxing workouts.

I would sacrifice 1,000 yards rushing to win a Super Bowl.

You look at Ray Lewis, you look at Brett Favre.

But I want to be the first back to have back-to-back 2,000-yard seasons.

That’s when you’re going to get hurt. So I play relentless.

God Bless everyone and thank u so much.

I love my son. I love my kids, my family. Like I said after I took the misdemeanor plea.

I can catch the ball. You’ve got to throw it to me.

Age really don’t matter.

I dedicate myself and work hard in the weight room and treat every practice as if it were a game.

Then push through it no matter what the outcome is.

He didn’t move a muscle, not one inch, and he didn’t drop one tear. I tell you that and you are probably like, “Wow, how is that even possible?”

I have to continue to be a great leader and contribute in any way that I can, and get guys to follow suit.

I understand that my son loves me and I love him, and everything just really got blown out of proportion, and I’m OK with that.

To me, when you got a 20-year-old running back or 21-year-old receiver that’s just coming out of college and you’re out working these guys.

I think perhaps we want a more conscious life. We’re tired of drudging and sleeping and dying.

All these things I’ve written so much about. That’s why I’ve made such a practice really, over and over to hammer home the point of self-revelation and being more of yourself and showing yourself. Every book I write I want to get that in there.

Grease’ is an awesome movie. I wish they’d make a new one, more for our time. The graphics are terrible when you look back on it.

I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.

Pandora’s box, but to re-enter life in a richer, more compassionate manner.

I went from five foot eleven to six foot eight, and the more ball I played, the more I caught on to the game.

In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.

Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.