In junior high in Germany I fought kids all the time. I had such a bad temper, I almost got thrown out of school. A few lickings from my dad got me out of that scene. He wore me out with a paddle.

I think I'm the only player who looks at each and every center and says to myself, 'That's barbecued chicken down there.'

Can I go one day without somebody saying something negative about me?

If he wants to get that next contract, he's going to have to go to the New York Athletic Club three times a day and just ride the bike.

You always have to take care of the sisters first, so my dad would buy Barbies and stuff and I wouldn't get anything. So I don't want any other kid to feel like that.

If you've got a Corvette that runs into a brick wall, you know what's going to happen. He's a Corvette. I'm a brick wall.

I got into foul trouble, so I really kind of had to play on egg shells from there on out.