I will argue that in the literal sense the programmed computer understands what the car and the adding machine understand namely exactly nothing.

My car and my adding machine understand nothing: they are not in that line of business.

The red carpet is kind of a surreal experience. There's nothing normal about it so for me the most important thing is to maintain some normality right until the point you get out of the car.

Eventually I did that but it took a lot of twists and turns and there were a year or two there where I was living with no money at all - no home no car no nothing. I was living in somebody's garage in Los Angeles at that point - for a year.

It's like no matter what I do I always feel like I'm five years old and I end up in the back of my father's car looking out the window and nothing has changed in 25 years.

Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases load our kids into the car and drive from tense crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island with stretches of sea and sandy beaches rocky coasts and pine trees. We barbecue swim lie around and try to do nothing.

The image is where you have dinner at night who you're seeing. It's what car you drive and how you dress. People in the industry sell that and it creates a dream. There's nothing else.

I'm starting to think about things that I want to do things that are fun. One of them is driving a car like a Porsche. I've driven a lot of cars - sedans trucks and big family vehicles all year long. But there's nothing like a four-wheel-drive Porsche.

I've tried everything other than jumping out of a plane but nothing gives you an adrenaline rush like racing a car.

Freedom is not an ideal it is not even a protection if it means nothing more than freedom to stagnate to live without dreams to have no greater aim than a second car and another television set.