Everybody wants to know what I'm on. What am I on? I'm on my bike busting my ass six hours a day. What are you on?

It's ironic, I used to ride my bike to make a living. Now I just want to live so that I can ride.

Nobody needs to cry for me. I'm going to be great.

At the end of the day, if there was indeed some Body or presence standing there to judge me, I hoped I would be judged on whether I had lived a true life, not on whether I believed in a certain book, or whether I'd been baptized. If there was indeed a God at the end of my days, I hoped he didn't say, But you were never a Christian, so you're going the other way from heaven. If so, I was going to reply, You know what? You're right. Fine.

But, listen, Eddie Merkyx would have won six Tours if he hadn't been punched.

I would love to be in a place, and I may never get there, where I can help people. It's something that I never really cared to advertise. It got advertised. I still do it on one-on-one level almost daily.

My greatest point is my persistence... However down I am, I fight until the last ball.