I hate being helpless, and I hate having to ask people to do things for 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.

In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine

Thank you' is a wonderful phrase. Use it. It will add stature to your soul.

Books allow you to open doors, and chapters allow you to explore

The people who got everything wrong are back on TV talking about the place they got all wrong? Cheney, Bill Kristol, Paul Wolfowitz, Richard Perle. It's like Satan's VIP list for Hell.

I would say the best moment of all was when I caught a 7.5 pound perch in my lake.

The industry's not stupid. The industry knows that if those foods are labeled "genetically engineered," the public will shy away and won't take them.

The people blocking buses in Murrieta, California, didn't come from radical groups, they were everyday Americans who were perfectly willing to frighten those children

Fighting is the best thing a man can have in his soul.

You can have anything in life, but you can't have everything!

Without discipline a body of men becomes rabble. Rabble dies, either on the battlefield or in a POW camp.