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.

The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the other than it is to drive too hard and crash.

People, like dogs, love repetition. Chasing a ball, lapping a course in a race car, sliding down a slide. Because as much as each incident is similar, so it is different.

I had always wanted to love Eve as Denny loved her, but I never had because I was afraid. She was my rain. She was my unpredictable element. She was my fear. But a racer should not be afraid of the rain; a racer should embrace the rain. I, alone, could manifest a change around me. By changing my mood, my energy, I allowed Eve to regard me differently. And while I cannot say that I am a master of my own destiny, I can say that I have experienced a glimpse of mastery, and I know what I have to work toward.

I know this much about racing in the rain. I know it is about balance. It is about anticipation and patience... [it is also] about the mind! It is about owning one's body... It is about believing that you are not you; you are everything. And everything is you.

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.

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