I'd Noticed Him Watching Me

It's Like Having A Pet Dog For A Long Time. You Get Attached To It, And When It Dies You Miss It.

The Secret Is, First, Get A Thoroughbred Horse Because They Are The Most Nervous Animals On Earth. Then Get The Biggest Gun You Can Find And Make Sure The Starter Fires That Big Gun Right By The Nervous Thoroughbred's Ear.

I Wanted No Part Of Politics. And I Wasn't In Berlin To Compete Against Any One Athlete. The Purpose Of The Olympics, Anyway, Was To Do Your Best. As I'd Learned Long Ago From Charles Riley, The Only Victory That Counts Is The One Over Yourself.

Awards Become Corroded, Friends Gather No Dust.

To A Sprinter, The Hundred-yard Dash Is Over In Three Seconds, Not Nine Or Ten. The First 'second' Is When You Come Out Of The Blocks. The Next Is When You Look Up And Take Your First Few Strides To Attain Gain Position. By That Time The Race Is Actually About Half Over. The Final 'second' - The Longest Slice Of Time In The World For An Athlete - Is That Last Half Of The Race, When You Really Bear Down And See What You're Made Of. It Seems To Take An Eternity, Yet Is All Over Before You Can Think What's Happening.