You’re scaring the dog, ” Trish pointed out. She rarely called me by name. They do that inprisoner of war camps, I’ve heard. Depersonalization.

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.

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.

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.

It is better to be slave to righteousness than slave to sin.

When a wise woman speaks, her words are gracious. Ask God to help you find words that speak life to those around you.

Live your everyday extraordinary!

He who is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

Addiction is rarely conquered alone.

Everyone would like to play in their hometown, but right now I like Cincinnati, I like the way it's going. I'm happy.

Without memory there are no worries.

If you're not active - and I'm not active - and you don't watch what you eat, you can get big as a horse.

We all nurture impulses which promise freedom from the demands of others, even if that freedom means death.

I have to be honest about one thing. When I want to America, no on asked me how I was. Everyone always asked me, "How much do you make?"