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.

It dawned on me with blinding brightness. I realized: I had jumped into another rare kind of stratosphere - one that only a handful of people in every generation are lucky enough to know.

Friendships born on the field of athletic strife are the real gold of competition. Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

I wanted no part of politics. And I wasn't in Berlin to compete against any one athlete. The purpose of the Olympics, anyway, was to do your best. As I'd learned long ago from Charles Riley, the only victory that counts is the one over yourself.

People come out to see you perform and you've got to give them the best you have within you.

One chance is all you need.

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