“The winner is the person who gets the most out of themselves.”

I don’t compete with other discus throwers. I compete with my own history.

There’s no substitute for work. There are no shortcuts. There are no secrets.

It’s competing that matters. It’s proving that there is a place for guys like me in sports. It’s a persona challenge to extend myself.

Competition in its best form is a test of self. It has nothing to do with medals.

To exercise at or near capacity is the best way I know of reaching a true introspective state.

So what if I never win my fifth gold medal; It’s only one end of the string.

If you do it right, it can open all kinds of inner doors.

As long as I can concentrate and remain somewhat calm, I can normally do very well.

I don’t think the discus will ever attract any interest until they let us start throwing them at one another.

I’m not scared of Tiger. I’m not scared to go head-to-head. I’m not scared to have a long-drive contest with him.

I’ve always been a quick putter, so I should never get the yips. But I got ’em. I got ’em bad.

I’m trying to have a guitar built. What’s needed is better instruments, better amplifiers, better hardware for electric music to get better.

I don’t really get to attend church. That’s definitely one of the challenges.

I think that the revolution in music is over, and what’s left is a mop-up action. It’s a matter of the news getting out to everybody else.

Only facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.

I’ve always said that it’s none of my business what other people think of me.

I hate getting haircuts. It’s like going to the damn dentist, man.