Michael Phelps is a good friend of mine, so I'm very supportive of him.

I know exactly what I'm doing on the ice, and I'm in my element.

Winning does not always mean coming in first...real victory is in arriving at the finish line with no regrets because you know you've gone all out.

All the suits I buy have to be tailored, no matter what. But it's not just because of my height; it's because I've been skating for so long. My waist is very small, but my legs are just huge. Most really nice suit makers are Italian, and usually they make suit pants for Italian men. I'm like, 'Those Italians must have pretty skinny legs.'

When I'm done skating, I guarantee you that I will not look back and remember standing on the podium. I'm going to remember these days - being with the team. Training alone, in my basement. Training when everybody else is sleeping. Doing things that nobody else is doing. Digging down. Seeing what kind of character I truly have. I love that stuff.

Who cares if somebody dances better? Doing my very best is rewarding internally.

For me, the '60s in the automotive industry was awesome. The cars are heavy, huge, rolling works of art.