My performance has improved dramatically from yoga and meditation. No athlete ever dominated by sticking to one sport all the time.

I protect my skin with sunscreen and am religious about keeping my face moisturized and properly protected all day, so I also use a face lotion with SPF 30.

I concentrate on preparing to swim my race and let the other swimmers think about me, not me about them.

Sometimes success is simply being willing to give it your all.

Breaking composure, confidence, and speed in the water makes you lose the race, not the goggles that fell off your head when you dove in.

In swimming, everyone calls me grandma, because I'm the oldest there. Then with my friends, I'm the youngest and I'm the baby. It's definitely bizarre.

To look good in the water you have to pick the right swimsuit. I own close to 500.

If you want me to swim fast, you have to let me enjoy my life.

I don't underestimate the power of mental preparation throughout all of my training. I'm in a much better state of mind about competition.

Some people like to focus on other aspects of my life, but first and foremost I am a dedicated and top swimmer.

Malfunctions are inevitable. It's important to push through them during practice - versus stopping to fix and restart - so that you're prepared for one mid-competition.

I've come to believe that in everyone's life, there's one undeniable moment of change, a set of circumstances that suddenly alters everything.

The world is filled with lots of dark energies, we need to be that dim light at every corner that'll illuminate the world.

In the effort to reach the stars and change the world, make sure you touch a heart and change a life.

If anything I think postmodernism has the least impact on my work.

As free and crazy as we want to be, and how much we want to make the world a canvas, there's also a part of us that doesn't want to make any mark.

Liberalism doesn't speak to ideals. Radicalism does.

I am an atheist, myself. A simple faith, but a great comfort to me, in these last days.

It took the United States Army to get one Negro into the University of Mississippi; it took troops to get a few Negroes in the white schools at Little Rock and another dozen places in the South.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

If it can be dreamed, it can be done.