I played six to 10 hours a day, every day, 90 days during the summer, and I'd do incredible things. I would dribble blindfolded in the house. I would take my basketball to bed with me, I'd lay there after my mother kissed and tucked me in, and I'd shoot the ball up in the air and say, 'Finger tip control, backspin, follow through.

I don't want to play 10 years and then die of a heart attack when I'm 40.

It's hard when your father's the coach. Sometimes you don't know where one leaves off and the other begins.

If I have a choice whether to do the show or throw a straight pass, and we're going to get the basket either way, I'm going to do the show.

There is nothing wrong with dedication and goals, but if you focus on yourself, all the lights fade away and you become a fleeting moment in life.

I lived my life one way for 35 years, for me. And then the focus came in on what I really was.

They don't pay you a million dollars for two-hand chest passes.