We too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look in to ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us.

Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not about who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end.

[T]he race is long - to finish first, first you must finish.

Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there.

Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present. In order to reach any kind of success in automobile racing, a driver must never remember.

People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

I’ll give you a theory: Man’s closest relative is not the chimpanzee, as the TV people believe, but is, in fact, the dog.

She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit.

The universe was alive with staccato radio chatter and art and curiosity and wonder and change.

The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.

I don't speak Spanish, I speak a little of Italian but no Spanish.

I do love cricket - it's so very English.

When our honor becomes greater than our moods, that is where transformation happens

Chief executives, who themselves own few shares of their companies, have no more feeling for the average stockholder than they do for baboons in Africa.

Those who forgets their friends to follow those of a higher status are truly snobs.