The black fist is a meaningless symbol. When you open it, you have nothing but fingers - weak, empty fingers. The only time the black fist has significance is when there's money inside. There's where the power lies.

I'd noticed him watching me for a year or so, especially when we'd play games where there was running or jumping.

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.

The road to the Olympics, leads to no city, no country. It goes far beyond New York or Moscow, ancient Greece or Nazi Germany. The road to the Olympics leads — in the end — to the best within us.

Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

If you don't try to win you might as well hold the Olympics in somebody's back yard.

For a time, at least, I was the most famous person in the entire world.