As a professional, I think we're not being judged solely on technical ability anymore. People really want to be entertained and enjoy what they're watching.

I don't know how many people really knew who I was before the Olympics and that's the fun thing of the Olympics - you get to know someone who captures your heart, hopefully.

Every day, someone realizes a dream. I believe dreams help light our darkness and give us the push we need to move across the rink of life.

I'd try to channel my nervous energy in a positive way into strength and endurance. It didn't always work.

At 6 years old, the ice became a place for me to express myself. Because I was so shy off the ice, it became my safe haven, with music and freedom and self-expression. That was my emotional outlet.

I'm always looking for inspiring ways to stay motivated and stay active.

Once you have a child, your heart is forever outside your body. I totally understand that now.

Being an athlete, you know how to train and prepare your body for a performance and you're able to do it under pressure.

I never wanted to feel I hadn't worked hard enough.

As a teenager especially, I just wanted to do my thing and not be noticed.

I feel like I missed out on the regular high school social life, but that's the way I chose to be.

I am responsible for my life, my happiness, and my joy. I am responsible for my faults, which will destroy.

When you are young, feelings are your truth. Love is how you feel. The years have taught me that love is not an emotion that you feel about someone, but what you do for them.

Looking back at my life's voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip.

Your parents were always trying to get you to be careful when you were a kid, and that's all pervasive in this society.

Some Christians want enough of Christ to be identified with him but not enough to be seriously inconvenienced.

I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of Phineas.

The loss of reason seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post.

The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.

To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.