If I wasn't active and involved in different sports and just moving around, I wouldn't have even known that I had the potential to become an Olympian.

I'm always nervous. If I wasn't nervous, it would be weird. I get the same feeling at all the big races. It's part of the routine, and I accept it. It means I'm there and I'm ready.

I have learned that track doesn't define me. My faith defines me. I'm running because I have been blessed with a gift.

I'm really laid back but I still like to dress up sometimes.

I always want to give more than I gave yesterday.

I try to think about my goals. I think about my competitors-I know they're working hard, and if they are, I have to work hard too. I have to be one step ahead of them.

Everyone sees the glory moments, but they don't see what happens behind the scenes.

Every moment is not great and sometimes those are the moments in which you learn the most.

My speed is a gift from God, and I run for His glory. Whatever I do, it all comes from him.

Philippians 1:21 is very special to me because it helps to keep my life centered.

I'm just competitive. It doesn't matter what it is. I want to win.

The world is a cruel place, Petrosinella, and it wounds the weak.

Oh, Lord, bestow me with the power, that as much as I love her, I extinguish the need of loving her within me.

God lends a helping hand to the man who tries hard.

To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man's, into the world, as it is God's.

I like mixing things. I wear a lot of boots. Love boots. And then jeans, but I like to wear them with a really ruffly top. Or I love high-waisted anything.

I grew up in the era, 'Don't trust anybody over 30.' And, you know, I still feel that. Don't trust me.

I said, other people can write songs, let's see if I can. So the first 400 or 500 wound up on the floor somewhere. Then I wrote one called Melissa.

To us, there was Bob Dylan, and there was dad. As for what he meant to other people, that was never glorified in our house. There were no accolades there, no gold records.

Ladies playing cricket? Absurd. Just like a man trying to knit

All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like they weren’t just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.