I don't concentrate on things I can't do. I do what I can do.

I always felt free when I ran. I suppose that's what was good about it.

The integral part of being a star is having the will to win. All the champions have it.

Everything I did that required effort, I opened my mouth. Even to catch a ball, I opened my mouth.

My salvation was a free gift. I didn't have to work for it and it's better than any gold medal that I've ever won.

My parents always encouraged me and I had a good home life. We were always taught to respect things and other people. It's so different today, because children are just not taught the right way.

No way did I ever think I was going to win the 100m.

My favourite event was the 200m, so as I won the 100m, I thought it was possible I'd win the 200m.

I realized from a very early age that God gave me a gift, and that gift was to run, and I wanted to use it to the best of my ability.

Live with style and passion

But even then I knew it wasn’t me that saved her life. It wasn’t about me. I was just there while she was maybe going to die and maybe not, and then she just didn’t.

The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candlem, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.

I say, If everybody in this house lives where it's God first, friends and family second and you third, we won't ever have an argument.

There's something magical about putting yourself into life. You've got to stand up and take responsibility for your own life and you cannot abandon that.

With age come the inner, the higher life. Who would be forever young, to dwell always in externals?

The more reasonable a student was in mathematics, the more unreasonable she was in the affairs of real life, concerning which fewtrustworthy postulates have yet been ascertained.

If you don't want to practice, unless you have a hard-nosed coach, you don't have to.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.