If I like somebody else's tribe I'm going to promote the hell out of it. The whole thing is a democracy, and if somebody's more popular then good luck to them.

Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary, that's what gets you.

Multi-tasking is the ability to screw everything up simultaneously.

I'm sorry, but having an Aston Martin DB9 on the drive and not driving it is a bit like having Keira Knightley in your bed and sleeping on the couch.

Change gear, change gear, check mirror, murder a prostitute, change gear, change gear, murder. That's a lot of effort in a day.

A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.

Being smarter than you look is better than looking smarter than you are.

I started to realise that being impolite saves an awful lot of time and costs you nothing.

Speed focuses the mind. It cuts through the fog of drab everyday living and keeps us on our toes. Speed works. Speed saves lives. Speed is good. And we should have more of it, not less.

This car is more fun than the entire French air force crashing into a firework factory.

We all know that small cars are good for us. But so is cod liver oil. And jogging.

Peace obtained with conflicts management.

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.

Blue screen of death: she'd crashed his system. Oh, well. Boys were so unstable that way, full of buggy, self-contradictory code, pathetically unoptimized.

Let me give you an idea how long ago they got married. You know where they met? . . . At a Cubs World Series game.

I like actors that are good with pantomime and that can transmit a lot by their presence and attitude more than through their dialogue.

Man judges of nature in relation to itself; the angelic spirit judges of it in relation to heaven. In short, to the spirits everything speaks.

The essence of decay is inactivity.

Happy man, happy dole.

I won't rest until Tom Chaney's barking in hell.

Confused by the big city blues, he didn't know who's life he's leading. Put yourself behind the wheel, see if you can get that feel.