Athletes don't have much use for poking around in their childhoods, because, introspection doesn't get you anywhere in a race.

I've committed to surfing the rest of my life.

She transcends her sport, which is what any sport needs...And she does it while smiling the whole time. It's kind of a joke, but then again it's not, especially if you're a male pro trailing in her wake. To have this woman in the middle of such a suffer fest out there crushing people and smiling all the way...

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

If we don't somehow stem the tide of childhood obesity, we're going to have a huge problem.

What will you do with your wild & precious self?

Your past forms you, whether you like it or not.

Son,you never quit.

How do you fight an invisible opponent like suspicion?

Portland, Oregon won't build a mile of road without a mile of bike path. You can commute there, even with that weather, all the time.

If people are saying you shouldn't attack, they aren't thinking what's best for you.

Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is losing.

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

One of the redeeming things about being an athlete is redefining what is humanly possible.

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

Who's going to work hard for someone who doesn't win?

If I can't face my accusers, that's a joke. We did that in medieval times.

I had a decision to make. To me, it wasn't a hard one: if I could ride, I was going. Crashes were unavoidable in cycling, and so was bad luck, and if you worried about falling off the bike, you'd never get on.

We each cope differently with the specter of our deaths. Some people deny it. Some pray. Some numb themselves with tequila. I was tempted to do a little of each of those things. But I think we are supposed to try to face it straightforwardly, armed with nothing but courage.

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer. If you have 10 people cheering and one person booing, all you hear is the booing.

Motivation can't take you very far if you don't have the legs.

For most of my life I had operated under a simple schematic of winning and losing, but cancer was teaching me a tolerance for ambiguities.

Hard work, sacrifice and focus will never show up in tests.

Anyone who imagines they can work alone winds up surrounded by nothing but rivals, without companions. The fact is, no one ascends alone.

Winning is about heart, not just legs. It's got to be in the right place.

I'm on JetBlue and United. So I spend a lot of time on airplanes with other people and in terminals or just traveling around and going to restaurants or whatever. The interaction I get on a daily basis is always positive. I've never had a negative interaction.

I challenged that assumption by returning to a full, productive life. I had behaved, Nichols said, "as if death was an option".

I may be in timeout forever. But I hope not to be.

Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.

If you worried about falling off the bike, you'd never get on.

But you can't quit, either. Even if you have to walk to the finish line...

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

Your past forms you, whether you like it or not. Each encounter and experience has its own effect, and you're shaped the way the wind shapes a mesquite tree on a plain.

Some things you can't win, though I don't like to admit it. I'm not used to losing much of anything, whether its a race or a debate, but among the things that I nearly lost are my life, my neck, and my good name, and I've gained a realization: a life of unbroken success is not only impossible, it's probably not even good for you...

There comes a point in every man's life when he has to say: 'Enough is enough.'

Gibney, we gotta win this fucking Tour de France.

Extraordinary allegations require extraordinary evidence.

If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or Fight Like Hell.

There's no rule, no law, no regulation that says you can't come back. So I have every right to come back.

I figure the faster I pedal, the faster I can retire.

What ever your 100% looks like, give it.

What losing does is, it restores the perspective.

You don't just fly up a hill. You struggle slowly and painfully up a hill, and maybe, if you work very hard, you get to the top ahead of everybody else.

I wanted to live, but whether I would or not was mystery, and in the midst of confronting that fact, even at that moment, I was beginning to sense that to stare into the heart of such a fearful mystery wasn't a bad thing. To be afraid is a priceless education.

I still don't get golf.

I have been dealing with claims that I cheated and had an unfair advantage in winning my seven Tours since 1999.

There comes a time in every race when a competitor meets the real opponent, and understands that it's himself.

Through my illness I learned rejection. I was written off. That was the moment I thought, Okay, game on. No prisoners. Everybody's going down.

Hope that is the only antidote to fear.