I’m an Einstein of the streets and an Oxford scholar of common sense.
We rush for the stars as we crawl toward our graves.
If a player leaves Marquette and doesn’t have some of my blood in him, then I don’t think I’ve done a good job.
I had my moment on the stage. The trick in life is to know when to leave.
I don’t believe in looking past anybody – I wouldn’t look past the Little Sisters of the Poor after they stayed up all night.
When I’m losing, they call me nuts. When I’m winning, they call me eccentric.
The people who know basketball, their elevators don’t go to the top.
I let ballplayers yell back at me because I wasn’t trying to prove I’m boss. I know I’m boss.
I come from New York where, if you fall down, someone will pick you up by your wallet.
You better have great practices.
The next time I will cry is when I die. My life has been that beautiful.
If winning weren’t important nobody would keep score.
Dean Meminger was quicker than 11:15 Mass at a seaside resort.
If the waitress has dirty ankles, the chili is good.
They call me eccentric. They used to call me nuts. I haven’t changed. The only difference between being eccentric and being nuts is the number of security boxes you own.
I don’t know why people question the academic training of an athlete. Fifty percent of the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their classes.
I want my team to have my personality: surly, obnoxious, and arrogant.
I don’t think any decent human being enjoys recruiting.
It’s so ridiculous to see a golfer with a one foot putt and everybody is saying “Shhh” and not moving a muscle. Then we allow nineteen year-old kids to face a game-deciding free throw with seventeen thousand people yelling.
On how to make the game more exciting – Eliminate the referees, raise the basket four feet, double the size of the basketball, limit the height of the players to 5 feet 9 inches, bring back the centre jump, allow taxi drivers in for free and allow the players to carry guns.
Live in the moment that you are in.