I can't run forever. I decided to go back to school for my degree, because I know now there's more to life than track.

Whatever muscles I have are the product of my own hard work and nothing else.

I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast.

I take pride in everything I do. I don't want to be handed anything. I want to earn it.

I am thrilled to be 31, still running and having my daughter watch me even if it is on TV.

I believe in women. I believe in myself. I believe in my body.

Before me, sprinters retired at 23 or 24. I run because I still like it, I can make a living, and I feel I was born to do it. And because people tell me I can't do it.

I always want to be the best and if I can't, I don't want to run.

I want to combine a business major with studies in clothing and textiles.

When I'm running fast, I don't feel anything, it's effortless, it's like my feet don't even touch the ground, it's like I'm flying.

I want it all. Fame, fortune and all the commercials there are to do.

I've given up coffee, made diet changes.

I think because I am a proven rookie that it is going to help me in the long run.

I'm totally in favour of meeting our Paris commitments to reduce greenhouse gas emissions. But I don't think we should do that by making ourselves uncompetitive.

We punch people, Valkyrie. That’s who we are. Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.

These pages are not my confession; they’re my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.

If you will stop feeding your feelings, then they will stop controlling you.

Any mental activity is easy if it need not be subjected to reality.

Eighteen is a terrible age, and while I walked around with the conviction that I was somehow more grown-up than my classmates, the truth was that I had merely found a different way of being young.

it's way too early for him to be talking anyhow but I see in his eyes something and I see in his eyes a voice and I see in his eyes a whole new set of words

In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.