“Why it’s been left to me to smooth things over, I don’t know. Dennis Rodman, of all people.”

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 score 20 points if I want to, but that’s not my desire.

There’s no image we can’t improve.

To hang out in a gay bar or put on a sequined halter top makes me feel like a total person.

I don’t want to be bulky and stiff.

The only time I’d played organized basketball was my sophomore year in high school, when I barely made the junior varsity team.

I spent my whole childhood looking for an escape.

I wear women’s leggings under my clothes, but no lingerie.

If you’re going to have sex, use a condom.

I understand what rappers are talking about. I think rap is less about educating people about the black community and more about making money.

Keeping us safe is really not my job; it’s the black guy’s [Obama’s] job. But I’ll tell you this: If I don’t finish in the top three for the next Nobel Peace Prize, something’s seriously wrong.

I’m trying to find new ways to make this game more attractive.

If I die young, everybody’s going to say they saw it coming.

People are threatened by me. Rich white, rich blacks, it doesn’t matter.