And then in life, you always have to try, and today, I may not have succeeded, but I am happy to have tried to beat my record.

When I race my mind is full of doubts - who will finish second, who will finish third?

I believe in God. He is the secret of my success. He gives people talent.

I am still young. I have a lot of time. And if someone breaks my records in the future, I won't cry. That's sport.

The new Kenyans. There are always new Kenyans.

Perhaps I don't give the impression that I'm hurting on the track. But that is because I am animated by an interior force which covers my suffering.

(Algerian athlete, 1996 Summer Olympics, on the 3000m world record) I think my 3:27 for 1500m is worth 7:21 for 3000m.

My real motivation is to reach 3:25... I am still young; I have a lot of time left in my career.

I run to be known as the greatest runner, the greatest of all time. I could not eat or sleep for a week after I lost in the (1992) Olympics. I have to win or die.

It was an extraterrestrial performance. It is very special to go below 4:50, but I believe I can do better.

Barcelona is now in the past. I was sick and boxed in, and that's understandable why I lost.

Sounds like you kids have some talking to do. I'll be eavesdropping from the kitchen.

You are set free whenever you love—even those who believe you're crazy.

I always thank God for the gift of a new day, because despite the fact that I strategically prepare for the future, it is still only God that can make it possible for me to witness tomorrow.

Mark felt eyes on him as tight as a sniper's aim.

And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.

Sedimentation in the past has often been very rapid indeed and very spasmodic. This may be called the "Phenomenon of the Catastrophic Nature of the Stratigraphical Record."

It's not like learning how to hit a curve ball in baseball.

God's truth is too sacred to be expounded to superficial worldliness in its transient fit of earnestness.

Go ahead. Weep for the rare, the never seen this way again, the excruciating, ineffable, unmitigated beauty of love.

The suffering is in the mind. The mind. In the mind. Witness it. From your spiritual heart.