Quotes About Camaraderie

When you are on the floor, there's no better feeling than when your teammates are into the game on the bench and are cheering for you and vice versa. When you come out of the game, you are cheering for those guys that are on the floor.

I think the one commonality between the two Super Bowl teams I've been on is great, great teammates. I can honestly say that guys in Philly could definitely thrive in New England and vice versa - if you throw out the scheme differences.

I'm vicious. I can be nice off the ice, but on the ice, that's not where it's time to make friends.

Dressing rooms can be vicious places, in the best possible way, from a slagging point of view.

Victor Rasuk is a good friend of mine.

Victoria's Secret is like a big family.

Playing with friends is a victory.

Solitary pursuits like playing video games and skateboarding can't compete with the thrill of mobbing a teammate as he scores the winning run - nor do they end with a postgame trip to Dairy Queen.

There's nothing that can replace being on the court with your teammates. Just a feeling that can't be duplicated. But for me to have a distraction like video games where I can hang out with friends, still compete through that. I mean that's something I'm for sure thankful for, for sure helps me get away.

The Beastie Boys are guys I loved before I met them, and when I got to know them, we started a magazine together, and we started making videos together, and a lot of it came out of us just cracking ourselves up, like going to the fake mustache store and buying fake mustaches.

I would not trade you a billion dollars for the kids I led to combat in Vietnam or in fact any of the Marines that I served with for a quarter of a century.

The drummer in my first band was killed in Vietnam. He kind of signed up and joined the marines. Bart Hanes was his name. He was one of those guys that was jokin' all the time, always playin' the clown.

During one period while I was in solitary, I memorized the names of all 335 of the men who were then prisoners of war in North Vietnam. I can still remember them.

From the boys' point of view, scouting puts them into fraternity-gangs, which is their natural organisation, whether for games, mischief, or loafing; it gives them a smart dress and equipments; it appeals to their imagination and romance; and it engages them in an active, open-air life.

Someday," Lillian said grumpily, huddling against his powerful chest, "you'll have to explain why men find it such an unholy joy to go outside before it's light, and wander through muddy fields to kill small animals." "Because we like to test ourselves against nature. And more importantly, it gives us an excuse to drink before noon." -Lillian & Marcus

Everybody hangs out with everybody, which is very strange for a cast this large and this young. We're all cool and down to earth and not caught up in this maniacal business at all... . Everybody really, really likes everybody else.

It'd hardly be worth having a brother at all, if you couldn't smack him in the head every once in a while.

Like all sororities, we find that half, maybe more, of the fun is in keeping others out. So much for the sweet part.

Don't tell me, Ford said. Another Ginger Goddess. Nah, Logan grinned. I just wanted to see if you knew how to make a sissy drink. It was good though. Thanks. Sawyer, still sprawled back in his chair, laughed. Okay, that was it. Ford was cutting everyone off, the f***ers.

now Chloe, Tara, and Maddie were real sisters instead of strangers. Friends, even.

Been looking for you," Sam said as he opened Cole's passenger door and got in. Tanner helped himself at the driver's door, forcing Cole over so that he was sandwiched between them, coming into such a close and personal relationship with the gearshift that the two of them should have gotten a marriage license first.

Butters blinked at looked at Thomas. My God, he said. You've been shot. Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here. I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe, I said. Split the difference at McCoy? Thomas asked. Perfect.

It has become a custom among the Legions to promise one's fellows that no matter what happens, they will never lie cold upon the earth.

I laughed, and Sanya and I traded a hug, a manly hug with a lot of back thumping, which he then ruined with one of those Russian kisses on both cheeks.