There’s not a better feeling than when you have found that moment of balance and harmony when both running and life come together. Then you know why you run and that you couldn’t live without it.

Running is about more than just putting one foot in front of the other; it is about our lifestyle and who we are.

Doing something for yourself like running, and using it to test yourself, will only make you feel better about your career or your family role.

Every time I fail I assume I will be a stronger person for it.

When I first started running, I was so embarrassed I'd walk when cars passed me. I'd pretend I was looking at the flowers!

I look at victory as milestones on a very long highway.

Coffee doesn't do it for me; it's running that gets me going.

The challenge and the energy running requires may be a selfish one, but it actually motivates me to be stronger in my relationships.

You can't depend on other people, you have to run your own race.

There will always be something to strive for. My hope is for the heart to strive forever.

Years ago, women sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and discussing life. Now they discuss the same topics while they run.

Somebody said once or wrote, once: 'We're all of us children in a vast kindergarten trying to spell God's name with the wrong alphabet blocks!

He [Abram] believes that the PRESENT is the only real thing and everything else is an illusiona distraction

Hard work has made it easy. That is my secret. That is why I win.

Every song, every form of art, clothing, shoes, it has to be special.

I ... would guess maybe about one or two out of five men is suited for marriage and probably four out of five women are better at marriage than being single and would like to be married.

All the best ideas come out of the process; they come out of the work itself.

Between craft and credulity, the voice of reason is stifled.

More and more, I've started to understand that no show is dead unless somebody decrees it's dead at a studio.

Nature loves simplicity and unity.

Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus, like the inside of an old-fashioned peeping-type Easter egg.