My strengths and weaknesses are the same: I've got the willingness and stupidity to try anything. If I think it's even remotely possible, I'll do it.

There's no such thing as boundaries only limits that get pushed further and further.

Somewhere in the fear and chaos, there is a clarity that few will ever experience.

In life, you're along for the ride either way. You might as well make it fun!

Other people don't know what you've gone through. And everybody has a story that you probably don't know.

With motocross I've found that passion becomes your identity and that identity breaks all barriers.

Everyone has a completely different style of riding and a different style of judging.

Every day I push myself to redefine the limits of our sport

All you do in a [stunt] video game, you can do in real life. If you have a passion, don't be too lazy to do it. I hope kids are inspired to go out and do what they really want to do.

I don’t remember most of the injuries, there have been too many.

Nothing's about taking risks as much as doing stuff that other people haven't done before. Just like in racing, it's not about taking risks but trying to figure out how to be faster.

Cheney, Rumsfeld - they were Shakespearean in their attitude of impunity.

My father played five years for Valence in France's second division. I'd always cry when he would leave for training. Every morning, I'd say, 'Dad, take me with you. Please, please take me with you!'

One Spirit Medicine opens the doors to the invisible matrix of wisdom where everything is intertwined, where every thought we have impacts every cell in our body and every molecule in the cosmos.

I try to deal with the complexities of power and social life, but as far as the visual presentation goes I purposely avoid a high degree of difficulty.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

She could've stared into those eyes for a thousand years and never noticed the time passing by.

Every spare second I would write, somehow. On my lunch hour, too.

In France, even heresy rapidly hardens into dogma.