“I’ll be the judge of my own manliness.”

My rookie year, I was very immature.

I don’t feel anything when I watch Shaquille O’Neal play. I don’t feel anything coming off him.

I’m calling on the Supreme Leader of North Korea, or as I call him, ‘Kim,’ to do me a solid and cut Kenneth Bae loose.

Create havoc, create destruction.

I was confused as a kid. I was confused about my sexual identity.

Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. There are times when I think somebody might kill me.

If I don’t finish in the top three for the next Nobel Peace Prize, something’s seriously wrong.

If you have a problem with my answer that’s your problem, not my problem.

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

The Bulls talked to just about every person who ever met me.

It’s just like we do over here in America, right? It’s amazing that we have presidents over here do the same thing, right?

Sometimes I’m not even satisfied when I got 6 points and 22 rebounds, because I’m always looking to do more.

You can love me or you can hate me.

Chemistry is a class you take in high school or college, where you figure out two plus two is 10, or something.

A player dreams of being a superstar, but he doesn’t want people flocking all over him asking for an autograph.

I’m very particular about who I sleep with.

When I find him to be envious, carping, spiteful, hating the successes of others, and complaining that the world has never done enough for him, I am apt to doubt whether his humility before God will atone for his want of manliness.

Because it is in the nature of things that they become extreme, we have passed down from manliness to cruelty. If I had been told when I was 20 that there was a tavern in the town where the brave and the cruel were gathered together,