My one fear is failure and that's one fear I have to face all the time. Yes, it's uncomfortable to be scared but I'm finally comfortable being uncomfortable.

Some people like to call me cocky or arrogant, but I just think 'how dare you assume I should think less of myself'

One of my mom's best lines is... You're not training to be the best in the world, you're training to be the best in the world on your worst day.

You have to have fear in order to have courage.

Judo taught me that I am capable of anything... I can mentally push past anything and be victorious.

Life is a fight from the minute you take your first breath to the moment you exhale your last.

I'm scared of failure all the time. But not scared enough to stop trying.

Don't doubt, don't stop... The only 2 things that can stop you is to stop working and start doubting.

You have to fight because you can't count on anyone else fighting for you. And you have to fight for people who can't fight for themselves. To get anything of real value, you have to fight for it.

One thing that I learned from judo... Maximum efficiency and minimum effort.

I train to be the best in the world on my worst day

I want to rekindle the inner fire that is burning in you. I want it to come out to take away the darkness.

Its not the falling down that counts but what you do next that counts the most. Don't spend your time on your knees if you have fallen, instead get up and dust your knees clean and walk!

Go jogging? And get hit by a meteor?

I tend to keep my ideas in my head. When I write something down in a notebook it's never centralized. There are too many notebooks floating around, but maybe that's a good thing.

It seems to be the fate of idealists to obtain what they have struggled for in a form which destroys their ideals.

Perhaps it's true that I'm very hard on myself, but that's better than exhibiting mediocre work... too few were satisfactory enough to trouble the public with.

Why black and white? Because color can be too demanding.

To say that you can't see echoes of the past in what I do would be absurd. Everything that has preceded me has affected me.

I mean do women like to get the crap scared out of them at the movies? Sure. Of course.

Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.