“I tell the players that they can’t relive any day in their lives and that they can’t relive the minutes of a game.”

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.”)

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

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

I let ballplayers yell back at me because I wasn’t trying to prove I’m boss. I know I’m boss.

The only difference between being eccentric and being nuts is the number of security boxes you own.

The world is run by C students

I called him over and told him about it. He told me that in the back there’s a tank they keep the lobsters in and while they’re in there, they fight and sometimes one loses a claw. I told him ‘then bring me a winner.’

When I was losing, they called me nuts. When I was winning they called me eccentric.

The nicest thing about coaching is that one day you feel like you can play handball against a curb, and on other days you feel like you can fly to the moon.

So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.

Live every day as your last, because one of these days, it will be.

It is one of the enjoyments of retirement that you are able to drift through the day at your own pace, easy in the knowledge that you have put hard work and achievement behind you.

Every dog must have his day.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

The evening’s the best part of the day. You’ve done your day’s work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it.

To this day, if you ask me how I became a writer, I cannot give you an answer. To this day, if you ask me how a book is written, I cannot answer. For long periods, if I didn’t know that somehow in the past I had written a book, I would have given up.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?