Nobody controls me but my mama and God.

I can't really have any friends. It's sad, really. It's lonely. But that's how I am.

I'm a guy here to play football. I'm not here for photos or newspapers or TV shows or trophies or awards. I'm not into all that.

I don't know how many more times I'll be in New England again. But I leave coach Belichick and those guys with a salute: 'I love you guys. I miss you. I'm out.'

Everybody knows I got a temper. It's not a temper temper-not an off-the-field temper. It's a competitive temper, wanting to do good. But as far as being a guy who disrupts a lot of things, who doesn't want to listen? Nah, man. That's false. That's false because I'm excelling.

Excluding nobody, I'm the best player in the National Football League.

I have used, you know, marijuana ... since I've been in the league....But as far as abusing it and, you know, letting it take control over me, I don't do that, no....hopefully ... I won't get into any trouble by the NFL by saying that, you know. I have had fun throughout my years and, you know, predominantly in the offseason.