“I keep telling myself I don’t practice enough to be a perfectionist. And I don’t practice enough to get mad. So my temper has subdued and my attitude is subdued.”

Everything a captain does in a team room is done to keep the team loose.

I always told my team two things: Never expect them to give you anything and always expect them to make the next shot.

I always said you have to be really smart or really dumb to play this game well. I just don’t know where I fit in.

The Son of God died; it is by all means to be believed because it is absurd. And he was buried and rose again; the fact is certain, because it is impossible.

The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.

Most people in this society who aren’t actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

I don’t have a girlfriend. I just know a girl who would get really mad if she heard me say that.

Excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.

Mothers are all slightly insane.

Does it seem that everything is extravagance in the world, or rather madness, when you watch the way things go? A crowd of rogues enjoy blessings they have won by sheer injustice, while more honest folks are miserable and die of hunger.

I’m very emotional. I think I may go mad in several years’ time.