“The greatness of the Raiders lies in their future.”

We would rather be feared than respected.

One lie has the power to tarnish a thousand truths.

They say…the stopwatch never lies. Speed kills but absolute speed kills absolutely.

The quarterback must go down, and he must go down hard

One of his great virtues, the fire that burned brightest in him, was his love and passion for football, which was seldom ever equaled.

You don’t adjust. You just dominate.

You have to win and you have to win with a vision for the Super Bowl. That’s our passion here.

It’s not important to be consistent, it’s important to be right.

A helluva athlete, the best ever to play his position in the history of the game.

Just shred baby, shred.

Once a Raider, always a Raider.

The fire that burns brightest in the Raiders organization is the will to win.

Why should I talk to you? I don’t know where you’re from.

History will dictate what my legacy is. And ‘maverick’ is fine, because I am.

John is a standard bearer, someone that players, coaches, fans and the Raider Nation can all look up to.

I saw greatness in John and he lived up to it. I also saw a tremendous competitor who loved to win.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

Practicing till strengthand accuracy became one with the daringto leap into transcendence, take the chance of breaking down in the wild arpeggioor faulting the full sentence of the fugue.

It ain’t made for everybody, but I knocked a lot of blocks down.

It’s not easy, though, singing upside down in a headstand on a raised platform with your unfettered breasts hitting you in the chin.

Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write.

You start to feel very weighted down sometimes.

When I see it lumbering down the mountain road like a tank . . . I flag it down like an old friend. I’ve waited on this corner every Friday since I can remember.