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

But that day I was anxious. I was nervous and worried, uneasy and distracted. I paced around and never felt settled. I didn't care for the sensation, yet I realized it was possibly a natural progression of my evolving soul, and therefore I tried my best to embrace it.

Rain amplifies your mistakes, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens you have to react to it; if you’re reacting at speed, you’re reacting too late. And so you should be afraid.

People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature.

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.

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.