“The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.”
“I look for patterns that nobody else does. Like I noticed that my face looks like a tablecloth. Especially when I have food all over it.”
“Nobody reads poetry anymoreSo who the hell are youI see bent over this book?”
“Just remember that when nobody else was there for you I was.And when nobody else gave a damn I did.”
“Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.”
“Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have the skill, and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.”