I know I'm good. I know I got game.

I'm willing to deal with the consequences and accept responsibility for my actions.

I don't think the NFL has ever seen the likes of me, a quarterback who moves the way I do and throws the way I do. I'm not saying that with arrogance or anything. That is just how I feel.

The first day I walked into prison, and he slammed that door, I knew the magnitude of the decision that I made, and the poor judgment, and what I allowed to happen to the animals. And, you know, its no way of explaining the hurt and the guilt that I felt. And that was the reason I cried so many nights.

I have 2 weapons; my arms, my legs and my brain.

Sports kept me off the streets. It kept me from getting into what was going on, the bad stuff.

If it's meant to be for you, it's going to happen.