Sometimes when I'm [driving] on the expressway, I look down and it grieves me. It's like nobody cares what happens to us. Forget about black people and their roots.

A lot of the people were dying. Every time we looked up, we were going to funerals. We decided to get together for fun.

It was the most wonderful street in the world. We loved each other and were one happy family.

She doesn't even know how lethal she is hitting the 3 and driving. But, sometimes she's a sophomore and it gets into her head a little bit.

We knew who the individual was. We knew the type of vehicle he was driving. He went by the location where we were standing, where he had previously dumped all the trash.

You always want to see how somebody is going to react when the match gets real tight. Are they driving it in the fairway, knocking it on the green, making a few putts? Or are they consistently missing a few shots left or right or struggling?