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.

There's nothing wrong with the car except that it's on fire.

Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.

We often attribute 'understanding' and other cognitive predicates by metaphor and analogy to cars adding machines and other artifacts but nothing is proved by such attributions.