Craig Sager Quotes

I have been unexpectedly confronted with my own mortality as I was told that I had cancer.

Success is measured in months for me. When my health fails, it will fail quickly. Tumors grow on an exponential curve.

Fantastic days are what you wish upon those who have so few sunrises left, those whose lungs are so lesion-spangled with new cancer that they should be embracing as much life as they can. Time's a-wasting, go out and have yourself a fantastic day! Fantastic days are for goners.

We are all terminal.

It must be understood that, as adults, we are all terminal.

We're all terminal; none of us are getting out of this alive.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

You don't have free will when you have lung cancer.

I realized not long ago that by the time I leave this Earth, no matter when it is I will have officially only spent approximately 14 years of my life where I did not have to deal with cancer.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

I've always been somebody who's acutely aware of my mortality.

You're immortal, aren't you, until you get a little peek over the precipice. The thought of death...You're not supposed to start pondering it until you're old. And there's nothing like being told you've got a life-threatening disease to concentrate your mind on that.

We all live in this little bubble that we just expect to live forever and I think those of us that have been with people battling cancer, you realise, actually, this surrounds us everywhere we go.

Nobody knows how long they have left on Earth. There's no guarantees, and for me, when they tell you - not once, twice, three times - 'You've got a couple weeks to live,' or a couple months, you have to determine how you want to do that.

I am not an expert on time, or on cancer, or on life itself.

Only the dying man can tell how much time he has left.

It's paradoxical, that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn't appeal to anyone.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

My brain is good, but my body is deteriorating. I probably have another two or three years. Or I can pass tomorrow, but it doesn't make a difference to me.

The only control we have over the duration of our life is to shorten it, and we do that all the time.

By the time I met Julia Child, her husband, Paul, was little more than a ghost of a man, so diminished by old age and its attendant diseases that it was impossible to discern the remarkable artist, photographer and poet he once had been.

In 1962 I was diagnosed with this incurable disease.

Dementia is quite unlike cancer or heart disease or any of those other conditions where you bargain with God for a cure or even just a bit more time.

I adore life but I don't fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

Serious is when they tell you, 'You've got cancer.' Cancer is serious, but then the rest of it is not.