Nobody Needs To Cry For Me. I'm

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.

When I Was Sick, I Didn't Want To Die. When I Race, I Don't Want To Lose. Dying And Losing, It's The Same Thing.

The Idea That Anybody Was Forced, Or Pressured, Or Encouraged, Is Not True.

You Can Teach Someone How To Control Their Strength, But You Can't Teach Them To Be Strong.

What Athletes Do May Not Be That Healthy, The Way We Push Our Bodies Completely Over The Edge To The Degrees That Are Not Human. I've Said All Along That I Will Not Live As Long As The Average Person.