I love watching people improve it is a natural thing for me to do.

It seems everyday I find a new road, a new person that can help my cycling better and help me understand more things. I compare cycling to life often.

I love to see people succeed in their goals.

I think racing is a sport that either your in or your out. Its either you are with the pack or you are off the pack.

There are tons of ways women can get into the sport easly. I think it is not as intimidating as many people think it is.

As much as I love coaching the masters, junior cycling is obviously the future of our sport.

You really have to get to know the person's mental state. You have to understand what drives them and what motivates them.

I love the communication aspect with my athletes. I like the one on one time with my athletes but really its about making them better athletes and finding out what makes them tick.

Seeing someone have a goal and I if can help them to succeed then it is a big draw for me.

I try to find more education in the sport while helping people who are trying to be better at whatever they are trying to achieve. That is probably the thing I love most about coaching.

Cycling is a sport of amazing athletes. Its been a privilege and a honor for me to be in this sport and to have a chance to race at the highest level.

How do I know that you exist?That's just it. I don't!

A knock down has never been a knockout unless you allow it.

Honestly, I’m sorry you have no more power over me, but I’m not scared of you anymore. It’s just not worth my time.

We've been dealing with this kind of terrorism since the fifties, since the Muslim Brotherhood came to Syria at that time.

Nobody teaches life anything.

There seems to be a weird ceiling to being a stand-up as far as acting.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

As a result of a general defect of nature, we are either more confident or more fearful of unusual and unknown things.

Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.