I was diagnosed with Graves' disease, an illness of the thyroid gland. Instead of surgery, I was given radiation treatment.

Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.

It's not what other people believe you can do, it's what you believe.

You can never give up or get down on yourself. A true champion keeps his or her chin up and always takes life one race at a time.

Remember, all things are possible to those who believe!

Whenever faced with a challenge, I dig deep within myself and summon my spiritual and physical forces. This gives me the focus, determination, perseverance, and support I need to succeed.

My life is a blessing every day that I get up. God saved my feet. How am I not going to use them?

I have to be cautious, have my thyroid levels checked, and as long as I do that, I'm fine.

You have to find that love within yourself. If you love yourself, you feel good about yourself, and sports help you feel good about yourself.

I find motivation within myself. I run track not from a competitive Nature, but because I'm a very goal-oriented person.

I have a real passion for children. I always wanted to teach and only became an athlete because my parents told my brother Parenthesis and me that we should use any God-given talent we had.

I want to see, to know, to have, to be.

If not love, what?

I started out a human being. But pretty much had all the humanity wrung out of me after passing the Bar and practicing law for ten years. Not sure what I am now.

If a man destroys the eye of another man, they shall destroy his eye.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

The average Ph.D. Thesis is nothing but a transference of bones from one graveyard to another.

Don't be a victim; if you want to make movies, make movies.

My daughter teases me once in a while saying, Remember when you used to be my mother and you had black hair?

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

I fear that we read of war, like women gossip, to enjoy the bitter misery of others.