I'm Sorry You Don't Believe In Miracles.

I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour.

Everything In My Life Is In Perspective. Ok, Perspective Ebbs And Flows. I've Had Bad Days, But They Weren't In The Last Years. A Bad Day Is 2 October 1996: 'we've Got Bad News For You, You've Got Advanced Testicular Cancer And You've Got A Coin's Toss Chance Of Survival.' That's A Bad Day.

I Believed In Belief, For Its Own Shining Sake. To Believe In The Face Of Utter Hopelessness, Every Article Of Evidence To The Contrary, To Ignore Apparent Catastrophe - What Other Choice Was There? We Do It Every Day, I Realized. We Are So Much Stronger Than We Imagine, And Belief Is One Of The Most Valiant And Long-lived Human Characteristics. To Believe, When All Along We Humans Know That Nothing Can Cure The Briefness Of This Life, That There Is No Remedy For Our Basic Mortality, That Is A Form Of Bravery. To Continue Believing In Yourself, Believing In The Doctors, Believing In Thetreatent, Believing In Whatever I Chose To Believe In, That Was The Most Important Thing.

If You Ever Get A Second Chance In Life For Something, You've Got To Go All The Way.

If I Was Racing In 2015, No, I Wouldn't Do It Again Because I Don't Think You Have To. If You Take Me Back To 1995, When Doping Was Completely Pervasive, I Would Probably Do It Again.