The body is telling the mind to stop. The mind is telling the body to shut up.

It's ironic, I used to ride my bike to make a living. Now I just want to live so that I can ride.

Pain is only temporary. Quitting is forever!

We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up or fight like hell.

Chasing records doesn't keep me on my bike. Happiness does.

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

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.

The day it all changed. The day I stated never to take anything for granted. The day I learned to take charge of my life. It was the day I was diagnosed with cancer.

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

I exercise every day. I swim, I bike, I run and I go to the gym.

I believe that the mind powers the body, and once the mind says we want to do it, then the body will follow.

My house is burned, but I can see the sky.

My advice to you is never stop believing.

Truth is, a triathlete won the Tour de France seven times.

I rode, and I rode, and I rode. I rode like I had never ridden, punishing my body up and down every hill I could find. I rode when no one else would ride.

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

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

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.

The riskiest thing you can do is get greedy.