If I could meet anybody? The prophet Muhammad.

If my mind can conceive it, if my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.

You could be the world's best garbage man, the world's best model; it don't matter what you do if you're the best.

I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.'

Rest but never quit. Even the sun has a sinking spell each evening. But it always rises the next morning. At sunrise, every soul is born again.

Religion should not be allowed to come into Politics....Religion is merely a matter between man and God.

I do not believe in taking the right decision, I take a decision and make it right.

Don't count the days, make the days count.

There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a great competition and rivalry between the two. There is a third power stronger than both, that of the women.

Even the greatest was once a beginner. Don't be afraid to take that first step.

Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision.

If you find a need, fulfill the gap.

Normally I would have been the first to go in search of cannibal monks, particularly as I had heard of a similar tradition at a nunnery in the Philippines. It's the sort of quest I can't resist.

Losers doesn't require a miracle to Win.They just keep on fighting.

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.

I'm in Hollywood right now, surrounded by nothing but the sons and grandsons of movie stars.

I can only listen to what I'm working on, at the time. I can't listen to anything else because I don't want to copy it.

The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch.

Is it weird in here, or is it just me?

We come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we return to the land. In a way, she owns us. Palestine owns us and we belong to her

The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.