“Madonna wasn’t an acrobat or anything, but the sex was good. I could tell she liked it.”

I’ll be the judge of my own manliness.

These people didn’t know anything about black people, so the only thing they could imagine was the worst thing.

I spent money, I slept with women around the league, but I always kept my mind on the game.

The life I was leading was changing me into someone I didn’t even know.

I’m going to come out and tell it like it is.

It’s all about what they can get out of me.

I didn’t want to be known as Madonna’s playboy, her boy toy.

When I hit bottom, I can attack the problem and get to where I want to be.

Shaq is not the man. He’s the man because the NBA wants him to be the man, but before you can be the man, you’ve got to be the man.

I don’t trust what this life has given me.

I’m just saying I’m being myself, and people understand that.

I lost $35,000 in less than a week at the Mirage in Las Vegas.

They say Elvis is dead. I say, no, you’re looking at him. Elvis isn’t dead; he just changed color.

Why should I try to make you believe the things I believe in?

It’s a different story because guess what, the kid is only 28 years old, 28. He’s not his dad, not his grandpa. He’s 28 years old.

I’m the basketball version of a gravedigger.

The acrobat is lost in a web of muscles the dancer is all but invisible in projected idea.

This is the precise difference between dancing and acrobatics. The dancer tries to express something; the acrobat merely pulls, raises, stretches and grinds.