I was a little troublemaker. Always trying to get in trouble, always mischief, like throwing rocks at cars when I was younger, all that kind of stuff.

Have fun, because that's what life is all about.

If you’re a man at night, you’ve got to be a man in the morning.

Always reach for the moon cuz if u slip up u will still be a star!! #Jeah

Pain, tolerance, endurance-when it comes down to that point, there's always something left. You just have to find it.

Something will pop up in my head. It could be like the weirdest thing. Like all'a sudden like I have like a jumping banana in my head.

I love swimming because racing.

Abe Lincoln is my favorite president of all time - and he pulls off that top hat pretty well.

It's not like I'm looking for a blonde or a brunette, light-skinned or dark-skinned. I feel like I give any girl a fighting chance.

These are my shoes that I designed from top to the very sole to the very top to the bottom. Laces.

You can tell a great athlete by, like, not how many times he wins, unlike when he loses. Because that's what is gonna make a swimmer.

I am what I am and not what others make of me.

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

I know I was a great friend to Tiger Woods. But when you have a relationship that's involves business and friendship - and the business part comes to an end - things always get a little blurry.

Responsibility does not only lie with the leaders of our countries or with those who have been appointed or elected to do a particular job. It lies with each of us individually.

John Facenda could read a laundry list and make it sound like the Constitution of the United States.

It's just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America. It's how the world was designed to be.

Be able to hiccup silently, or at least without alerting neighbors to your situation. The first hiccup is an exception.

Only silence communicates the truth as it is.

For decades, the journalistic norm had been that the private lives of public officials remained private unless that life impinged on public performance.

These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.