A Boo Is A Lot Louder Than

I Know What Happened To My Foundation, From Raising No Money To Raising $500m, Serving Three Million People. Do We Want To Take That Away? I Don't Think Anybody Says Yes.

I Wanted To Win The Tour De France. And When I Won It Once, I Wanted To Do It Again, And Again, And Again, It Just Kept Going. So There Wasn't Another Competitive Environment.

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.

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.

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.