“Sometimes I feel like being real and open to them, but at the same time, I know how much I can give you.”

I’ve got a long way to go to being the ultimate best, but I think my time is now. And I’m starting to enter my prime.

I’ve just got to let my teammates know in practice, without even telling them, that I don’t think I’m ahead of anybody.

You can’t speak openly about everything.

Coaching staff: I know there’s days you look at that film and you want to kill me. I’m not playing defense, taking bad shots, getting too many techs. But you always believe that I can be the guy.

If I come to work every day and do my job, work as hard as I can, be a great teammate, the rest of that stuff will take care of itself.

I’m going to show you my faults, I’m going to show you my insecurities, I’m going to be real.

People always think women meet us in the hotel lobby, but it’s the opposite.

If I’m educated and passionate about a topic, I’ll answer the question. But I also know when to shut the hell up.

If he had 30 points, nine rebounds and eight assists, I can tell you exactly how he did it, what type of shots he made and who he passed to.

When you got people behind you, you can do whatever.

I’m just more content with myself. Like, if I’ve got something to say, I want to get it off of my chest.

You sacrificed for us – you’re the real MVP.

I like to sit on things and digest them and then I’ll figure out my next move, but I never said I was right for doing anything.

I’m a big competitor.

I know when somebody is trying to get something out of me for clicks. And sometimes I feel like giving it to them.

I’m always hungry. I want to be the best.

There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.

The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.

Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.

Men who do things without being told draw the most wages.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

I love Los Angeles, and it’s been very good to me, but if everyone is running around telling the stories, who’s living them?

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.