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

Running is real. It’s all joy and woe, hard as diamond. It makes you weary beyond comprehension, but it also makes you free.

He was constantly on me about the job that I was to do and the responsibility that I had upon the campus. And how I must be able to carry myself because people were looking.

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

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.

The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself - the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us - that's where it's at.

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