“Maybe my life isn’t great. We don’t have all the answers. Look at it from my side.”

Shaq is not the man. He’s the man because the NBA wants him to be the man, but before you can be the man, you’ve got to be the man.

I don’t trust what this life has given me.

I’m just saying I’m being myself, and people understand that.

I lost $35,000 in less than a week at the Mirage in Las Vegas.

They say Elvis is dead. I say, no, you’re looking at him. Elvis isn’t dead; he just changed color.

Why should I try to make you believe the things I believe in?

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.

Anything we take in the Universe, because it has in itself that which is All in All, includes in its own way, the entire soul of the world, which is entirely in any part of it.

Religion is like a personal computer. You let people in if you want to… We’re all gods.

All I can say is that you make me… you make me into someone I couldn’t even imagine.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Frank nodded grimly. “Well…any goddess who throws a Ding Dong at a giant can’t be all bad. Let’s go.

What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

We shall only differ in degree and not in kind,–just as the elephant differs from the slug. But by the concession of the materialists of all the schools, or almost all.

Self praise is no praise at all.