There's a ton of talent in this country. Some just need to be given a shot.

Its always a little different, racing on your hometown track. It makes it more special.

When the car's going well, I purr like a kitten.

It's pretty cool to be able to hang out with the President and have the race-winning car on the South Lawn.

You have to take the hits as they come and you have to take the opportunities.

No matter if I have a job for one weekend or for the next year, or three years, I'm going to drive the same way. That's the way I am. I'm going to give it everything I have.

You have to take everything as it comes.

In the past, people said I wasn't focused and didn't give it the time. That's a bunch of crap. I'm not doing anything different now than I did before.

Things happen for a reason. We'll see where life takes me from here.

I'm not promoting myself as the next great American driver, as some people are describing me. If that's what people want to call me, fine. But I've got more important things to focus on.

I've always loved old hot rods. I have four or five of them at home that I work on when I'm not working out.

I must be honest. I can only read so many paragraphs of a New York Times story before I puke.

Tightly held by rocksThrough winter, the ice todayBegins to come undone:A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Mythology was littered with people who meddled in the affairs of elves and fairies and were never again heard from.

Anorexia is an awful thing, but you get yourself into it, and only you can get yourself out of it.

The best recommendation I can have is my own talents, and the fruits of my own labors, and what others will not do for me, I will try and do for myself.

I think stimulus money is an absolute mistake.

Somebody was telling me about the French Army rifle that was being advertised on eBay the other day - the description was, 'Never shot. Dropped once.

Palestinian Arabs [are] people who breed and bleed and advertise their misery.

The written word can be powerful and beautiful - but films transport us to another place in a way that even the most evocative words never can.

It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.