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I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour. I Want To Cross One Last Finish Line As My Wife And My Ten Children Applaud, And Then I Want To Lie Down In A Field Of Those Famous French Sunflowers And Gracefully Expire, The Perfect Contradiction To My Once Anticipated Poignant Early Demise.

I Didn't Invent The Culture, But I Didn't Try To Stop The Culture.

If Life Gives You Lemons, Drink The Juice In Order To Mask The Presence Of Performing-enhancing Drugs.

Nothing Goes To Waste, You Put It All To Use, The Old Wounds And Long-ago Slights Become The Stuff Of Competitive Energy.

I Spent A Long Time Trying To Build Up An Organisation [the Lance Armstrong Foundation That Changed Its Name To Livestrong After His Confession] To Help A Lot Of People.