“If I were a painter, you’d be calling me Shaqcasso.”

Talk to the guys that ain’t doing nothing, don’t talk to me. I just want eight guys out there with me who want to play.

Because I grew up with a drill sergeant in my life,

Now that I’m an old, old veteran-age 29-I do things a lot differently. I don’t go to the gentlemen’s clubs anymore. I had to slow that down.

There’s no answer for my offense, just like the polythagorean theorem.

My wrists are crooked and don’t go all the way back. I’ve been practicing and working on them. You can’t do everything good.

I don’t know how it is for you earthlings, but where I’m from, strength is mental.

Get away from my house. What do you want?

I’m still here. I’m a force to be reckoned with… you have to come take my spot, and not through Twitter and not through the media, come take my spot.

If you take a needle and stick her in the booty and take a needle and stick me in the booty, we’re both going to say ouch.

Przybilla can’t guard me when I’m 27, 37 or 47.

I’m very educated and can give you somewhat of a vocabulary, but I don’t get to the philosophical side.

I’m a combination of the Terminator and Bambi.

A lot of people can, you know, start the date with flowers and candy, but if you don’t finish the date – you know what I mean?

It’s his show and I’m just trying to make him look good. If we were the same age there might be a little tension, but I’m on my way out… I am here to serve your every need, King James.

I’m tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok.

You know, I’m very photogenic.

If I was a painter no one would question me about my age. I’m an artist, I hate saying that.

You know, it’s no accident that the great painters came from areas like Europe where there is a lot of clouds and rain, which begets color and subtle washes of tone.

Hands are the tool of the painter, the artist.

What I did for my last act as a painter, if you call me a painter, was to photograph the weave of the canvas, and enlarge it and enlarge it until it became like a landscape.

A painter’s got a canvas. The writer’s got reams of empty paper. A musician has silence.

It is not right for painters to think that painting is like prostitution, that ‘first you do it for love, then you do it for others, and finally you do it for money.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover.

I am also a painter. I paint the hearts of people with colors of spirituality.