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

Whenever I drive under a yellow light I always kiss my finger and tap it on the roof of the car.

When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.

Is it sufficient that you have learned to drive the car or shall we look and see what is under the hood? Most people go through life without ever knowing.

And I think that if I were a for real celebrity that was recognizable everywhere I'd just crawl under a rock and you know have someone run over the rock with a car or something.

So there is going to be that balance of understanding how to get the best out of the car that day whether it's 15th or even if I have a shot at a top 10 protecting that car so we can bring it back when we have to.

A man from a primitive culture who sees an automobile might guess that it was powered by the wind or by an antelope hidden under the car but when he opens up the hood and sees the engine he immediately realizes that it was designed.

If you saw a dog going to be crushed under a car wouldn't you help him?

To say that I am organized is an understatement but my car tells a different story.

Anyone can write a story based on the kind of horror where you see a guy in car and then there's the bad guy in the back seat. It's infantile to rely on that for telling a story. That's like going to bed and thinking there's a monster under your bed. It's silly.