I focused solely on the sprints, dedicated my time there, got in the weight room, just really did everything I could to make sure I would be in the best position to run for gold.

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.

Odd, isn’t it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day…

With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.

Battles are won in the trenches, in the grit and grime of courageous determination; they are won day by day in the arena of life.

Don't bother people for help without first trying to solve the problem yourself.

Sins are indispensable to every society organized on an ecclesiastical basis; they are the only reliable weapons of power; the priest lives upon sins; it is necessary to him that there be sinning.

Prayer purifies us, reading instructs us. Both are good when both are possible. Otherwise, prayer is better than reading.

Any society that derives its power and authority from the will of man alone lives apart from God and will crumble in the end.

ATLANTA NIGHTS not only changed my life, it changed my mind. An astonishing read, worth it at half the price.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.