“I’m just more content with myself. Like, if I’ve got something to say, I want to get it off of my chest.”

With a versatile player, there’s no spot on the court you can’t pass him the ball. You can do anything.

I miss Seattle a lot. It was my first city that I lived in on my own. It was a great city to play for. It was unfortunate for the fans what happened, but it’s time to move on.

I will be rooting for USAB and look forward to future opportunities with them.

Some guys like to talk. What’s the problem with that?

I’m not out here to be beefing with nobody.

I’m going to be real as hell and show you who I am, because I want the kids to see who I really am and the basketball players to see who I really am, and that’s all that matters to me.

First off, I’d like to thank God for changing my life. It let me really realize what life is all about. Basketball is just a platform for me to inspire people, and I realize that.

I don’t mind talking about the game. I don’t mind talking about what we go through as players, because I want people to get a deeper look inside instead of looking at stats all the time or looking at numbers or just watching the game.

For me, as a 14-year-old aspiring to be in the NBA, I wanted to hear from players.

I’ve been second in the MVP voting three times. I came in second in the Finals. I’m tired of being second. I’m not going to settle for that. I’m done with it.

I’m not out here to be showing you I’m this perfect person.

I’m sure they’ve moved on. But in the back of my mind, I still have a thing for Seattle and always am going to remember what they’ve done for me.

I don’t have to be anybody I’m not.

I’m obviously not going to give you everything about my whole life, but as far as my personality, you see me all the time from watching the games.

The grass is not always greener on the other side. You learn to appreciate these people.

Chemistry is important. If you like your teammates, it’s going to be easier to play with them on the court.

Seek no homes in other people’s chests.

You pause and attend: the heart beats in your chest; outside, the trees are thick with new leaves, a swallow dips over them, the light moves, people are going about their business.

You can’t hurt a man with a pinprick when he’s already got a spear in his chest.

Every person has a revolution beating within his or her chest

My chest expanded and I suddenly wanted to beat on it with my fist. The girl was making me go all caveman.” -Marcus Hardy

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

Press your ear to my chest and listen where a heartbeat should sing you will hear the melancholy songs of tired whales.

Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.