My father read Charles Dickens to us as children, and at the end of virtually every novel he would choke up and start to cry - and my father NEVER cried. It always made me love him all the more.

Track is full of the absolute nicest and most polite athletes in all of sports, and where does it get us?

In a country that never wins anything: in Canada, if one of our athletes so much as makes the final in a World Championship, we declare a national holiday.

The act of facing overwhelming odds produces greatness and beauty.

Sometimes the most modest changes can bring about enormous effects.

My earliest memories of my father are of seeing him work at his desk and realizing that he was happy. I did not know it then, but that was one of the most precious gifts a father can give his child.

I'm convinced that ideas and behaviors and new products move through a population very much like a disease does.