“Don’t let what other people think decide who you are.”

This life is like a swimming pool. You dive into the water, but you can’t see how deep it is.

If the North wanted to hack anything in the world, anything in the world, really, they are going to go hack a movie? Really?!

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

They didn’t have a problem with me being wild and crazy when it came time to fill the arenas.

I say I’m Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin all wrapped up into one. If I die early … I’ll be just like those guys.

I felt like calling attention to AIDS. I had the AIDS ribbon colored into my hair during the playoffs in ’95.

I’ve been homeless. I’ve worked at 7-Eleven.

I’m hungrier than those other guys out there. Every rebound is a personal challenge.

For five years I’ve felt like the best prostitute in a high-class whorehouse. But all the other girls get paid more than I do.

I learned a lot I wouldn’t have learned roaming the streets of Dallas.

This whole huddle thing really pisses me off.

Fifty percent of life in the NBA is sex. The other 50 percent is money.

The Spurs couldn’t put everything aside and just play the damn game.

Why it’s been left to me to smooth things over, I don’t know. Dennis Rodman, of all people.

I think marriage and athletes is a bad combination.

I want to be anywhere in the world that I’m needed. I want to spread a message of peace and love throughout the world.

I was brought to Christ out of fear of going to hell. I didn’t want to go there if I died and there was only one other choice in my mind as a 4 year old. I wanted to go to heaven. It was and is that simple.

No one ever died with too much money.

[On her mother, who died when Hutton was 4:] I hardly remember her, but I have missed her all my life.

The Gospel is that Jesus Christ came to earth, lived the life we should have lived and died the death we should have died.

The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.

Auschwitz is outside of us, but it is all around us, in the air. The plague has died away, but the infection still lingers and it would be foolish to deny it.

I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.

Nobody ever died of discomfort, yet living in the name of comfort has killed more ideas, more opportunities, more actions, and more growth than everything else combined. Comfort kills!