And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension.

With regard to performance, commitment, effort, dedication, there is no middle ground. Or you do something very well or not at all.

When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.

If you no longer go for a gap that exists, you are no longer a racing driver.

It was like I was in a tunnel. Not only the tunnel under the hotel but the whole circuit was a tunnel. I was just going and going, more and more and more and more. I was way over the limit but still able to find even more.

I want to live fully, very intensely. I would never want to live partially, suffering from illness or injury. If I ever happen to have an accident that eventually costs my life, I hope it happens in one instant.

Each driver has its limit. My limit is a little bit further than others.