Yellow wakes me up in the morning. Yellow gets me on the bike every day. Yellow has taught me the true meaning of sacrifice. Yellow makes me suffer. Yellow is the reason I'm here.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.

I didn't invent the culture, but I didn't try to stop the culture.

I take nothing for granted. I now have only good days, or great days.

My cocktail, so to speak, was only EPO, but not a lot, transfusions and testosterone.

One of the redeeming things about being an athlete is redefining what is humanly possible.

If you worried about falling off the bike, you'd never get on.

I figure the faster I pedal, the faster I can retire.

Portland, Oregon won't build a mile of road without a mile of bike path. You can commute there, even with that weather, all the time.

Anything is possible, but you have to believe and you have to fight.

Take hold of your passing time and convert it into living your dreams.

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.

The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man.

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

The dinner even is only the parable of a dinner, commonly.

All these feelings need to be felt. We need to stomp and storm; to sob and cry; to perspire and tremble.

The more specific you are, the more universal you are.

A travel agent told I could spend 7 nights in HAWAII no days just nights.

Knowledge is first and wisdom is the manifestation of knowledge. To understand this tone and pattern of thinking in the numerical way automatically resonated with me.

Getting into heaven has nothing to do with what we do for Christ, but rather what He has already done for us.