I lost all feeling a long time ago. Basketball is basketball. It doesn't matter what floor I'm on.

The thing that happened in Washington -- it happened. All you can do is just grow from it. That took a toll on me. That was probably -- I think if I could've bounced mentally out of that situation faster than I did, I would probably still be in the NBA. But since I couldn't understand why they were trying to treat me like that, I basically gave up. I just didn't want to be a part of it anymore.

You have to do everything to help your team out. I have the ability to rebound, so I might as well go and do it to help my team win.

I hate it when you see talented teams with a lot of scorers and they can't get along with each other.

I'm still trying to be a kid. I really don't want to feel like an adult.

As happy as I am off the floor, on the floor I am the opposite. I don't take any crap.

When I was little, I asked God if I could meet my mom just one more time, and my prayer was answered in 2001. It was weird.