Every day I wake up, I say, 'Damn, I hope I don't get that call today.' I don't want to lose my mama. When I start thinking about that, I fall into a hole.

Hopefully I don't have to play for eight years but can go and relax somewhere and do something enjoyable while I'm still young.

I'm instinctive. I'm still learning how to run the ball. What I've done may look good to everyone else, but I know I'm capable of more than I've shown.

I have the opportunity to control what happens in a game. I'll have the ball in my hand, and only I know what I'm going to do with it.

A man can wear pink if he has confidence, if he believes in himself and knows he's man enough to do it.

Everybody who I play always wants to use me, so I always tell them that I'm the only one who knows how to stop Portis, so go ahead.

As far as dude running the ball, or running with the ball, and somebody hit you helmet to helmet, I think you got an opportunity to go down. You got an opportunity to slide.