We came out at the beginning thinking we could win, and we kept believing all throughout the whole game.

It felt so good to beat them. We played really well, but it wasn't our best game.

I just shut her down on the perimeter. She doesn't like to drive to the basket.

The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.

It was pretty scary in the beginning. We were given gas masks and goggles and I remember thinking, what have we gotten ourselves into?

From the beginning, as a thinking student of 15, 16 years ago, I was troubled by the grim poverty that I saw around me.