My thumb is broken ... in a couple of places. My lower leg was shattered in I don't know how many pieces. They had to pin it, plate it and put it all back.

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

It's broken in a couple places. He went back to Fort Wayne. He'll have a doctor's appointment on Monday. I don't know what they'll do or if they'll do (anything) right away. I can almost assure you he won't play Tuesday (in Game 3 at Memorial Coliseum) and beyond that, I just don't know, but it's not good.

Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.

This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. But it’s a lie, it’s all a lie.

It seems like it's the drivers who aren't paying attention -- not aware -- or don't understand what it's like to be six inches from a car when they're going 60 mph past you. It's scary.