Nobody Is Going To Feel Sorry For

But The Fact Is That I Wouldn't Have Won Even A Single Tour De France Without The Lesson Of Illness. What It Teaches Is This: Pain Is Temporary. Quitting Lasts Forever.

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

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.

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.

What Makes A Great Endurance Athlete Is The Ability To Absorb Potential Embarrassment, And To Suffer Without Complaint.