I take nothing for granted. I now have only good days, or great days.

There were no shortcuts, I realized. It took years of racing to build up the mind and body and character until a rider had logged hundreds of races and thousands of miles of road. I wouldn't be able to win a Tour de France until I had enough iron in my legs, and lungs, and brain and Heart.

What athletes do may not be that healthy, the way we push our bodies completely over the edge to the degrees that are not human. I've said all along that I will not live as long as the average person.

If there was a god, I'd still have both nuts.

If life gives you lemons, drink the juice in order to mask the presence of performing-enhancing drugs.

It's tougher for me. But I don't think that's imperative to me starting a new movement, or revive an old movement, to help people.

What is stronger, fear or hope?