“It’s modern-day slavery.”

I thrive on being able to make a way out of no way.

Im young, but that leadership role has been on me so I need to live up to it.

It was more disheartening, to be honest with you, just to kind of see how the National Football League really is.

I know that many people disagree with the way I disciplined my child.

I’m really not vocal and expressive, but I’m starting to get more comfortable to open up.

Thank you to my family, my fans and fans of other teams for their support.

I look at age as just being a number. In my mind my age is still 28 and I think I have to remember how old I am.

I want to be the best player to ever play this game.

I try to be open with everybody, try to make everybody feel welcome and make them feel like, hey, I’m an easy person to talk to, get along with.

To be able to have that self-respect for yourself and just that feeling of, OK.

My dad means a lot to me. He’s the one who put a football in my hands.

I did what I could, just stay true to yourself.If you feel that this is something that’s valid and you should go out there and win.

If you don’t think that you’re the best, how do you become the best?

But little details like that is not what people are able to see, and that makes the world of difference to the outcome of the situation.

I have the mentality that if you come in playing not to get hurt.

You learn more about yourself and the people surrounding you.

My only home are the daydreams I dream.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Never a day passes but that I do myself the honor to commune with some of nature’s varied forms.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.