I was the best ski jumper in the United Kingdom.

I want to prove to the skeptics that I'm not a clown. I'm very serious about what I do. I want to be a…

— Eddie the Eagle

“As three-time Olympic ski jumper Andreas Küttel puts it, “Nature . . . gives me absolutely a lot of energy on a daily basis…

— Noel Brick

Some people thought I was bringing the sport down. I don't think so. I was the best and only jumper my country had.

— Eddie the Eagle

I was like the George Clooney of the ski business.

— Eddie the Eagle

When I started competing, I was so broke that I had to tie my helmet with a piece of string. On one jump, the…

— Eddie the Eagle

If there were some people who considered me a joke, I'm sorry about that. But I did not do it for any other reason…

— Eddie the Eagle

I would never think of asking a girl out on the High Street or the disco or at school. But on the ski slope,…

— Eddie the Eagle

I had no money, no training facilities, no snow, no ski jumps, no trainer, but I still managed to ski jump for my country…

— Eddie the Eagle

After my ski jumping career finished, I went back to school to study law, and now I travel between five to 20 times a…

— Eddie the Eagle

I wish they'd build a ski jump at the Grand Canyon; it'd be fantastic.

— Eddie the Eagle

It had been a dream of mine to go to an Olympic Games since I was about seven years old. I didn't know I'd…

— Eddie the Eagle

Ski jumping is just 10 per cent physical, 90 per cent mental. Some people can't do that. It's not just to do with the…

— Eddie the Eagle

People seemed to appreciate how much I wanted to pursue something I loved. They seemed to understand how much ski jumping meant to me.

— Eddie the Eagle

“I told her about my revenge on Topper the attempted rapist and the guy at the transient's hotel in Brooklyn, and, finally, I told her about stealing the money. "You did what?" She sat straight up in her chair, her eyes wide, her mouth open. "Shhh." Other diners were staring at us, frozen in silent tableau, some with forks or spoons halfway to mouth. Millie was blinking her eyes rapidly. Much quieter, she said, "You robbed a bank?" "Shhh." My ears were burning. "Don't make a scene." "Don't shush me! I didn't rob a bank." Fortunately she whispered it. The waiter walked up then and took our drink order. Millie ordered a vodka martini. I asked for a glass of white wine. I didn't know if it would help, but I figured it couldn't hurt. "A million dollars?" she said, after the waiter left. "Well, almost." "How much of it is left?" "Why?" She blushed. "Curiosity. I must look like a proper little gold digger." "About eight hundred thousand." "Dollars!" The man at the next table spilled his water. "Christ, Millie. You want me to leave you here? You're fifteen hundred miles away from home you know.”

— Steven Gould

I wanted a jumper. After all, in Shetland you are in the land of the Fair Isle sweater. But then everyone said to avoid…

— Douglas Henshall