Steve Perry Quotes

I've always been fascinated with adrenaline; it's saved my life more than once, and it's caused me to need it to save my life more than once. One of the most fascinating responses in human evolution, adrenaline sharpens your brain; it sharpens your responses.

In the right circumstances, terror is good. It makes you focus.

The reason why some people love to engage in dangerous activities, such as mountain climbing, car racing, and so on, although they may not be aware of it, is that it forces them into the Now - that intensely alive state that is free of time, free of problems, free of thinking, free of the burden of the personality.

Nothing gives life more zest that running for your life.

Nerves are good. They keep you alive.

If it's just screaming - and I know this sounds so ridiculous - that gets old. But sometimes when there's literal chaos, it's like being in a war zone, and that's kind of exciting. You're just running through the crowd of people chasing after you and no one knows what's going on.

In extreme danger, fear feels no pity.

Closer to a fight, I can really feel my heartbeat in my chest. I can hear it beat through my mouth, this 'gunk, gunk, gunk' rhythm.

I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.

All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

She felt the familiar calmness of an emergency, but she understood the falseness of that feeling, now that it was her life at stake.

You're never so alive as after you thought you were going to die.

When riding my old Harley a ninety per at midnight down the Via Roma in Naples, I kept one consolation firmly in mind: If anything goes wrong, I'll never have time to regret it.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

Make it dangerous or it's not worth doing.

I love to live on the brink of eternity.

Danger is like wine, it goes to your head.

I normally run the 40-yard dash in 4.9, but when a 280-pound guy is chasing me, I run it in 4.6.

The fact is that I like thrillers and action movies. But what really fulfills me is getting out of my comfort zone, taking chances.

The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.

I can remember a couple of real fights when I ran. Because they were kinda dangerous.

The only time you're calm, you're centered, you're at peace, is when someone's trying to kill you. And that's just plain twisted.

I'm a risk-taker. It's where my passion lies, so I don't want to play it safe. That means I'm going to fail sometimes.

Life is dangerous. That's what makes it interesting.

The adrenaline and stress of an adventure are better than a thousand peaceful days.