“I spent my whole childhood looking for an escape.”

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.

You watch some teams these days and you wonder if they just met on the playground and decided to choose up sides.

I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.

Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.

I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.

As soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape.

We possess our body by chance and we are already pleased with it. If our physical bodies went through ten thousand transformations without end, how incomparable would this joy be! Therefore the sage roams freely in the realm in which nothing can escape, but all endures.

The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unknown stairways.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.