The history of skiing is important to me.

Follow your dreams. If you have a goal, and you want to achieve it, then work hard and do everything you can to get there, and one day it will come true.

When you fall, get right back up. Just keep going, keep pushing it.

I think the most important thing in skiing is you have to be having fun. If you're having fun, then everything else will come easy to you.

I want to keep pushing the limits to see what’s possible. That’s the nice thing about ski racing - no one is stopping you from going faster.

I find folding laundry very relaxing.

If you go around being afraid, you're never going to enjoy life. You have only one chance, so you've got to have fun.

You are only limited to what you push yourself to, you know? You can always get better.

I don't give up easily. I have plans to be around for a while.

I'm never tired of winning, and I'm never tired of skiing.

I always channeled what I felt emotionally into skiing - my insecurities, my anger, my disappointment. Skiing was always my outlet, and it worked.

My wilderness training was 4 years and 10 months of solitude, search and study.

His action was inexcusable, but it was forgivable.

Keep what you've got till you get what you need, y'all. You gotta give a lot just to get what you need sometimes, y'all.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

I should have known. The first tip I got was when she rarely showed up in court for the second trial.

Corporate men and women, once divided by striking differences in opportunity for career growth, have come to share career chaos.

The trouble with psychology is that it doesn't take human nature into account.

TRIGGER CITY secures Sean Chercover's place as one of the best crime writers of his generation. It grabs you hard on the first page and doesn’t let go, even after you’ve closed the book.

Only just now awakening after years of materialism, our soul is still infected with the despair born of unbelief, of lack of purpose and aim.

If you would ask my mom what books I liked growing up, I liked Dr. Seuss.