When the car's going well, I purr like a kitten.

Its always a little different, racing on your hometown track. It makes it more special.

It's pretty cool to be able to hang out with the President and have the race-winning car on the South Lawn.

You have to take the hits as they come and you have to take the opportunities.

There's a ton of talent in this country. Some just need to be given a shot.

No matter if I have a job for one weekend or for the next year, or three years, I'm going to drive the same way. That's the way I am. I'm going to give it everything I have.

You have to take everything as it comes.

In the past, people said I wasn't focused and didn't give it the time. That's a bunch of crap. I'm not doing anything different now than I did before.

Things happen for a reason. We'll see where life takes me from here.

I'm not promoting myself as the next great American driver, as some people are describing me. If that's what people want to call me, fine. But I've got more important things to focus on.

I've always loved old hot rods. I have four or five of them at home that I work on when I'm not working out.

Pride that dines on vanity sups on contempt.

The Internet is a cauldron of anger every day, every year, election year or not, with unemployment at 10 percent or at two percent. It isn't exactly a good index of what's happening.

Everyone wants to be part of the 99%, even the cops are like, "No, no, man. I'm part of the 99% too." No one wants to be part of the 1%.

The Church says that the Earth is flat, but I know that it is round. For I have seen the shadow of the Earth on the moon, and I have more faith in the shadow than in the Church.

A love for humanity came over me, and watered and fertilised the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.

I'm a nerd. Total geek. I never went to homecoming or prom or anything.

To survive, our minds must taste redwood, and agate, octopi, bat, and in the bat's mouth, insect. It's hard to think like a planet, but we've got to try.

I don't play well enough to be allowed to throw my clubs.

Others settle for small rewards; the neurotic must always go for broke.

One of the blessings of maturity is that it sometimes brings one greater courage to be truthful, regardless of what those who do not understand may think or say