I like the mentality of the Americans. It's like when you talk about money.

When I look fast, I'm not smooth and I am going slowly. And when I look slow, I am smooth and going fast.

Do you know, why I really love my helmet that much? Because it makes me 15 centimetres taller!

Without going to what I think is my limit. I always say that my ideal is to get pole with the minimum effort, and to win the race at the slowest speed possible.

I always work the same way, starting from the beginning of the weekend, so I know at the beginning of the race, from all that I have analysed during the practice, whether I will win the race or not.

Sometimes I think I could have got some better results if I had a different mentality; if I could have pushed hard and attacked. But then I would have had a good chance of making a mistake.

Does it scare me, driving into nothing at 300kph? - Of course it does - I'm not an idiot.

I have no problem with the people who work hard to get success. But I think people are very jealous about success. I work very hard and they don't appreciate that.

The people who criticise you will not be the ones taking care of your legs when you are in your wheelchair. People who never drove a car in these conditions, they just don't know.

When you win a race like this the feeling is very, very good.

In 1980 I finished three or four times in seventh place.

Application of common sense is Intelligence

I had a lot of anger inside me and that came out at times that were not particularly advantageous to me career-wise.

I love the saliheen (pious people) even though I’m not one of them, and I hate the taliheen (evil people) even though I (may be) worse than them.

If it would be appropriate for me to meet with Kim Jong Un, I would absolutely - I would be honored to do it.

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

In fiction, you can be as true as you want. Real life is a different story.

I've read short stories that are as dense as a 19th century novel and novels that really are short stories filled with a lot of helium.

Christian Louboutin, I love you, but honey, please! But when you have this much weight, you've got to give us a little platform. Sorry! The shoes are stunning though. An ounce of pain, it's worth it.

The life of entire surrender is a joyous life all along the way.