When I passed the Chancellor he arose, waved his hand at me, and I waved back at him. I think the writers showed bad taste in criticizing the man of the hour in Germany.

I fought, I fought harder . . . but one cell at a time, panic crept into my body, taking me over.

It was bad enough to have toppled from the Olympic heights to make my living competing with animals. But the competition wasn't even fair. No man could beat a race horse, not even for 100 yards.

I always loved running.... It was something you could do by yourself and under your own power.

To a sprinter, the hundred-yard dash is over in three seconds, not nine or ten.

It all goes so fast, and character makes the difference when it's close

I decided I wasn't going to come down. I was going to fly. I was going to stay up in the air forever.