“The people who know basketball, their elevators don’t go to the top.”

Most people zero in on their failures. I try to keep all my attention on a pyramid type philosophy rather than the averaging-down philosophy.

I don’t know why people question the academic training of an athlete.

You’re the best there. You’ve been all-city two years in a row. How bad can you be? You come with me and we’ll make nice music.

My rule was I wouldn’t recruit a kid if he had grass in front of his house.

Live every day as if it were Saturday night.

I’m an Einstein of the streets and an Oxford scholar of common sense.

I think everyone should go to college and get a degree and then spend six months as a bartender and six months as a cabdriver. Then they would really be educated.

Fifty percent of the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their classes.

It’s so ridiculous to see a golfer with a one foot putt and everybody is saying “Shhh” and not moving a muscle.

Then we allow nineteen year-old kids to face a game-deciding free throw with seventeen thousand people yelling.

That’s it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.

Can’t win without talent, you know.

If a player leaves Marquette and doesn’t have some of my blood in him, then I don’t think I’ve done a good job.

Eliminate the referees, raise the basket four feet, double the size of the basketball, limit the height of the players to 5 feet 9 inches, bring back the centre jump, allow taxi drivers in for free and allow the players to carry guns.

Don’t call me son unless you’re going to include me in your will. (When Adolph Rupp called him, “Son.”)

” Let me take two shots in the arm and a punch on the nose and let me get on to the next thing.

Art is commenting on what’s going on around you in your life.

I think if you’re going to do a movie about Reagan, you do it about the fact that he created the huge deficit.

The New York Times and the Washington Post are not going to fight the fights that I do.

I love going to the factories of La Plata, or Little Havana and seeing them roll cigars. I get excited.

Oh, no, you’re kidding.’ I go, ‘No, I’m really honest.’

I’ve been given a second chance in life, and I don’t want to let a minute go by without enjoying it.

His statement was, “We’re going to the same place, except you’re taking a taxi, and I’m driving my own car.” That’s me and Ian MacKaye’s relationship. I love him, he’s great.

That’s the way I try to live. I think it’s the only way for human beings at this point in our evolution as souls, where everyone in their lifetime is going through stuff.