As you get older, there are going to be a few more challenges, but thankfully I'm still feeling good.

I'm always nervous. If I wasn't nervous, it would be weird. I get the same feeling at all the big races. It's part of the routine, and I accept it. It means I'm there and I'm ready.

I have learned that track doesn't define me. My faith defines me. I'm running because I have been blessed with a gift.

I'm really laid back but I still like to dress up sometimes.

I always want to give more than I gave yesterday.

I try to think about my goals. I think about my competitors-I know they're working hard, and if they are, I have to work hard too. I have to be one step ahead of them.

Everyone sees the glory moments, but they don't see what happens behind the scenes.

Every moment is not great and sometimes those are the moments in which you learn the most.

My speed is a gift from God, and I run for His glory. Whatever I do, it all comes from him.

Philippians 1:21 is very special to me because it helps to keep my life centered.

I'm just competitive. It doesn't matter what it is. I want to win.

I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only they wouldn’t.

He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.

When a person says only what others love to hear, he is largely liked; but if he loves to say what he likes only, then others hardly hear him.

What matters in Politics is what men actually do - sincerity is no excuse for acting unpolitically, and insincerity may be channelled by politics into good results.

There's a point where art is not subjective, and my example for that is Picasso. If you don't like Picasso, that's your problem.

When everything is visible and appears to be dumb, that's when the details take on larger meanings.

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

The cruellest thing you can do to Kerouac is reread him at thirty-eight.

First I went to C.W. Post and I was a psychology and theater major and then I transferred to NYU's Tisch School of the Arts as a drama major.

You can only avoid responsibility for so long. The catalyst ended up being the law coming down and finally saying, 'You guys suspended judgement and that's fine, because we're not.