“Ski racers are built odd with overbuilt butts and legs.”

At the end of the day, you have to make sure you’re at least listening to what your head is telling you, what your heart is telling you.

I can take $15,000 a year and raise kids on that. Later, they’ll figure out I’ve got millions, but hopefully they’ll have the values to say, ‘So what?

I have an eight-year-old girl and she does have some appreciation for fashion, but she’s stuck in that.

When you get old, it’s hard to tell what’s memory and what you’ve kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

Join karma and nature and the effect you have on your world. Join your philosophy. Join something bigger than you. Join what you believe.

There’s an ambient quality in every sound. You may have to enhance that to hear it or bring it out in a different way but there is that in every environmental sound.

I couldn’t be happier with where my life’s at right now.

No. The goal is to enjoy your life, challenge yourself, to sometimes make stupid decisions-which are sometimes fun and sometimes idiotic and sometimes just a big fat mistake you regret.

I wasn’t skiing for second or third place today, and in the end I think that’s probably what got me there.

Once the season starts for me, there isn’t a change in my focus, just a change in my tactics and strategies.

People want athletes to cater to their image of what an athlete should be, but they also want them to fail so they can feel like their screwups are all right.

The way I judge myself is not on how many World Cups I can win in a row.

One kid’s old, used-up equipment is another kid’s brand-new, awesome, awesome equipment.

When I was little, I spent a lot of time by myself. When other kids were in school, I was skiing and thinking about things. I was alone on the mountain.

I would just fly off jumps and go 40 or 50 meters when I was 6 years old – break skis, smash my goggles and get a bloody nose and go crawl inside for a little while and then come back out and ski more in the afternoon.

Obviously I clearly wouldn’t like that person if I knew ’em better.

I’m just a kid that defied the odds. I’m just a kid that ignored the doubt. I’m just a kid from a little place in Dublin, Ireland, that went all the way, and I’m going to continue to go all the way.

This seems quite good, a bit familiar.’ Then I realise … It’s one of my movies. It’s a pretty odd feeling.

I’m Scottish first, and it’s odd to hear that I’m a Scottish-American.

But in truth, life turns out to be more like the patchwork cloths-bits and pieces, odds and ends-people, places, things we never expected, never wanted, perhaps.

But I think it’s a good thing. Some people thought that it was an odd career arc, but to me it made absolute sense.

I have an odd fetish with nails.

The odds and ends of your mental surplus you carelessly throw at the world, one wants to be at a loss, in a maze; amazed, and amazingly unabashed.

When you’re picking a basketball team, you’ll take the brother over the guy with the yarmulke. Why? Because you’re playing the odds.