“I’m just showing my personality in my clothing.”

My upbringing involves individuals who helped me along the way. I don’t think I would be here today without that support.

I’m an athlete, so I can dress down with the best of them. I can throw on t-shirts and sweats with the best of them.

Most days I am in public. If I go to the store, with social media, I’m in public. It might as well be a press conference.

I think people have had the understanding for many years that whatever happens with the separation of parents, that the kids automatically go to the mother. The fathers don’t know their rights.

I’m scared of needles.

Guys who might not be superstars but because of their hustle, because of the little things they do, these are the guys who can really mean the difference between winning and losing.

I’m a playmaker, and I’m going to score. At the end of the day, my job is to put the ball in the basket.

You have to wear what feels good on you, what you feel comfortable in. And I’ve just learned to not really care.

Whenever there is a big game and people don’t think I can do it, I always play my hardest, and now it has become a part of me.

To wear a gray tweed suit, you have to be mature and confident in yourself. Some people can’t pull it off.

Players are ready to play, We’re not on strike. It’s a lockout.

Growing up, I always dreamed of winning an NBA championship, never a gold. A gold was something that never crossed my mind.

I’ve played for the Miami Heat my whole career under Pat Riley. Mr. GQ himself. So when I pick out my outfits before a game, I’m already feeling confident. And some of that swagger stays with me when I take the court.

The biggest surprise has been making the adjustment after losing a game.

I think about my sons and the legacy I have to leave for them – and it always brings me back to reality.

When I first got into the league, I tried to fit in. Now I don’t care.

What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.

We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.

Imagine now a man who is deprived of everyone he loves, and at the same time of his house, his habits, his clothes, in short, of everything he possesses: he will be a hollow man, reduced to suffering and needs, forgetful of dignity and restraint, for he who loses all often loses himself.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

I like the discipline of well-cut, impeccable clothes. I think it’s a very healthy discipline.

I wish I had invented blue jeans. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity – all I hope for in my clothes.

In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and clothes and even handbags, the discussion of fur is childish.