Love me or hate me, it's one or the other. Always has been. Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, my hunger. Hate that I'm a veteran. A champion. Hate that. Hate it with all your heart. And hate that I'm loved, for the exact same reasons.

I realize now that there's a strength in dunking that I can use to my advantage. When you dunk all the time it isn't as demoralizing to the opponent, but when you dunk at a key moment in the game you can use it to change the momentum.

I write all day and outline stories, a sports mythological universe.

Eeew, I'd be a little uncomfortable Googling myself. People sit there - and Google themselves? That's kind of weird.

He shouldn't have been in the NBA, but we were too cheap to pay for a point guard.

Sports are such a great teacher. I think of everything they've taught me: camaraderie, humility, how to resolve differences.

Everybody shut up. Let us work.