If I went to someone for therapy, I wouldn't be a writer...I would just be well adjusted.

We are all afforded our physical existence so we can learn about ourselves.

In racing, they say that your car goes where your eyes go. The driver who cannot tear his eyes away from the wall as he spins out of control will meet that wall; the driver who looks down the track as he feels his tires break free will regain control of his vehicle.

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

My soul has learned what it came to learn, and all the other things are just things. We can't have everything we want. Sometimes, we simply have to believe.

I could have grabbed his shirt collar. I could have pulled him close to me, so close he could feel my breath on his skin, and I could have said to him, "This is just a crisis. A flash! A single match struck against the implacable darkness of time! You are the one who taught me to never give up. You taught me that new possibilities emerge for those who are prepared, for those who are ready. You have to believe!

This is a rule of racing: No race has ever been won in the first corner; many have been lost there.