You can't really give away anything in your book ... should be exciting, it's my life, and I'm a cool and exciting guy.

Worrying gets you nowhere. If you turn up worrying about how you're going to perform, you've already lost. Train hard, turn up, run your best and the rest will take care of itself.

Easy is not a option..No days off..Never Quit..Be Fearless..Talent you have Naturally..Skill is only developed by hours and hours of Work

Don't think about the start of the race, think about the ending.

I just imagine all the other runners are big spiders, and then I get super scared.

Believe in your dreams and that anything is possible.

There are better starters than me but I'm a strong finisher.

A lot of legends, a lot of people, have come before me. But this is my time.

I want to thank GOD for everything he as done for me cause without him none of this wouldn't be possible.

For me, I'm focused on what I want to do. I know what I need to do to be a champion, so I'm working on it.

I know what I can do, so I never doubt myself.

When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work

Control your vibrations and you are the master of your own harmony.

I have scary eyes. I look like the guy in 'American History X, ' yes. I remember coming home from school and asking my mum if I could get an eye transplant, and of course she declined.

I think that one thing fiction can offer, and must offer, is a place where someone's mind and their imagination can come to rest for a little while.

Praise little, dispraise less.

The recent medical controversy over whether vaccinations cause autism reveals a habit of human cognition — thinking anecdotally comes naturally, whereas thinking scientifically does not.

People seek within a short span of life to satisfy a thousand desires, each of which is insatiable.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.