“I want to go to practice. I want to be in the huddles. That’s me.”

There is nothing wrong with having competitive instincts. They are survival instincts.

It’s my experience that people rise to the level of their own expectations and of the competition they seek out.

I’ve always put great emphasis on the academics and getting your degree. It’s important because basketball is short term. The long term is what are you gonna do after college and after you no longer can bounce the ball.

Make Winning an Attitude.

To me, teamwork is a lot like being part of a family. It comes with obligations, entanglements, headaches, and quarrels. But the rewards are worth the cost.

Sometimes you learn more from losing than winning. Losing forces you to reexamine.

Class is more important than a game.

I think helped our players in terms of being able to fight through some adversity along the way.

Coaches who start listening to fans often wind up sitting next to them.

Admit to and make yourself accountable for mistakes. How can you improve if you’re never wrong?

Winners are not born, they are self-made.

No one feels strong when she examines her own weakness. But in facing weakness, you learn how much there is in you, and you find real strength.

She taught me that it’s ok to let down your guard and allow your players to get to know you. They don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care.

You can’t have any quit in you if you want to be successful.

Know your strengths, weaknesses, and needs.

See yourself as self employed.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.

Those who say life is knocking them down and giving them a tough time are usually the first to beat themselves up. Be on your own side.

To lend each other a hand when we’re falling, perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.

Remember that love comes after all the sorrow.

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.