“We’re all together as a country and as a family.”

I can’t worry about what other people say.

I’m ready to accept the challenge. I’m coming home.

I treated it like every day was my last day with a basketball.

Imagine doing your job at the highest level to where you’re not needed anymore.

Some got no luck and some got all the luck in the world. I definitely got lucky with you that for sure!

A lion on the creep looking for his next kill!

I hear that word pressure all the time. There is a lot of pressure put on me, but I don’t put a lot of pressure on myself. I feel if I play my game, it will take care of itself.

I enjoy the competition and whatever it takes throughout the competition, I will do it.

I feel confident because I’m the best player in the world. It’s that simple.

My power. My control. My freedom. Unleashed.

I don’t know how tall I am or how much I weigh. Because I don’t want anybody to know my identity. I’m like a superhero. Call me Basketball Man.

Believe in yourself, even if it mean sacrificing everything.

I like criticism. It makes you strong.

To be the best, you have to work the hardest. You have to chase what seems impossible over and over and over again, because giving up is not an option.

When you feel like you’ve reached your limit, it’s only the beginning.

Commitment is a big part of what I am and what I believe.

It was an unwritten law that black comics were not permitted to work white nightclubs. You could sing and you could dance, but you couldn’t stand flat-footed and talk; that was a no-no.

I never thought I’d see the day that I would see white folks as frightened, or more so than black folks was during the civil rights movement when we were in Mississippi.

In the early days, we just wore black onstage. Very bold, my dear. Then we introduced white, for variety, and it simply grew and grew.

Abortion is black genocide, What happens to the mind of a person and the moral fabric of a nation that accepts the aborting of the life of a baby without a pang of conscience?

Even though he understood the depths of racism and black oppression, Ali lived his life as a free man—a free loving and lovable man.

The burden of being black is that you have to be superior just to be equal. But the glory of it is that, once you achieve, you have achieved, indeed.

I am really enjoying the new Martin Luther King Jr stamp – just think about all those white bigots, licking the backside of a black man.

When we’re unemployed, we’re called lazy; when the whites are unemployed it’s called a depression.