Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

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 let my feet spend as little time on the ground as possible. From the air, fast down, and from the ground, fast up.

The lives of most men are patchwork quilts. Or at best one matching outfit with a closet and laundry bag full of incongruous accumulations. A lifetime of training for just ten seconds.

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

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

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