“If the waitress has dirty ankles, the chili is good.”

The next time I will cry is when I die. My life has been that beautiful.

We rush for the stars as we crawl toward our graves.

I had my moment on the stage. The trick in life is to know when to leave.

God didn’t miss any of us.

It bothers me that the average fan, the average sportswriter for that matter, pays so much attention to what’s in a box score.

Help one kid at a time. He’ll maybe go back and help a few more.

You measure a player from the head up.

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.

I don’t think any decent human being enjoys recruiting.

You gotta have a concrete lawn before I feel comfortable enough to go in and talk to you parents.

If winning weren’t important nobody would keep score.

The best thing about freshmen is that they become sophomores.

Don’t be just another guy going down the street and going nowhere.

Make your life exciting.

I don’t believe in looking past anybody – I wouldn’t look past the Little Sisters of the Poor after they stayed up all night.

I don’t believe in worrying over failures. I worry about successes. This is opposite from most people.

When my ancestors came from Africa, they were shackled by our neck, our wrists, and our ankles in steel chains.

If there was a fool who wanted to stand in front and break an ankle, tough luck.

The worst was when my skirt fell down to my ankles, but I had on thick tights underneath.