“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.

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

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

The art of the novel, however, has fallen into such a state of stagnation – a lassitude acknowledged and discussed by the whole of critical opinion – that it is hard to imagine such an art can survive for long without some radical change.

If you want to avoid heated arguments, never discuss religion, politics, or whether the toilet paper roll should go over or under.

If there are dominant teams, people enjoy discussing whether that’s good or bad for the game.

The news movement conservatives that are just laying out, slathering out the disinformation and the lies, as I discuss in my book, ‘Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right.’

And if there aren’t any dominant teams, then people enjoy discussing that.

I bullshit on the phone all day with a variety of people discussing various projects, and occasionally write jokes.

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

We basically had dinner every night while watching the news, and then we’d discuss it with our parents.